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“Hmph.” Distinct disbelief weighted Aubriella’s unladylike grunt.

“You don’t believe me, Aubrie.”

It was a statement, not a question.

Why did she doubt him?

Had she heard rumors?

Was that what caused her coolness?

“Have you heard something I should know, Aubrie?”

Once more, she looked positively ill but shook her dark head, causing her earrings to swing back and forth. Nevertheless, when she met his eyes, distrust and uncertainty lingered in the depths of hers, the color of a forest at twilight.

She filled her lungs, causing her bosom to swell temptingly, then released the air in a rush. “Oh, very well. Though I’m positive I shall regret the impulse, I accept your offer.”

“Excellent.” Jack barely suppressed a jubilant grin. “And I promise you shan’t regret it.” He had every intention of assuring Aubriella had nothing to repine upon and much to celebrate for trusting him.

This was his one chance to prove himself to her, and by thunder, he’d not muck it up.