Having convinced himself that she was indeed not an assassin, Gareth got up without her help. Whitlock? Was the one of those young folk who had moved into Cedarworth Manor? Gareth kept a close eye on the wealthy. The poorer lot of Whitby loved to read about and romanticize about the life they could never have. What they loved even more was when those who lived the life they could never have, screwed up, like in the case of the Carringtons. "Gareth Scott, never mind that, miss Whitlock." He brushed the dirt off his coat. "You must have been in such a rush," he said, casually.