" Lydia is enduring the same fate, I may remind you." Vincent remarked. " And she is doubtless freezing, being forced to stand there in only her chemise." A rakish smile spread across his features. " Perhaps we could go down and have a peek." Rafe scowled. " I don't want you looking at my woman." Vincent folded his arms and glared. " Well, I don't want you looking at my woman! "