Forgive me." Her voice was breathless, her eyes wide in shock. "I don't mean..." She stopped, swallowed, and didn't seem to know how to continue. Nathan lay there, their body nearly touching, his legs interwined with her. Everything seemed to stop, his brain simply wouldn't worl. Those eyes, the round, almost heart-shaped face, he absorbed every detail. This young maiden was... not Lady Lydia Barrowford, and he was going to sully the poor girl's reputaion if they were found thus. Pushing away from her, he rolled into a sitting position.