![]() ![]() His head turned, his shaven cheek brushing hers and making her skin tingle. “The slightly musky scent of his skin mingled with the crisp smell of starch from his necktie, a blend so alluring that she inched closer to inhale deeply. “The only time I’ve ever seen that expression on my Harry’s face is when a plate of Yorkshire pudding is set before him.” “I don’t know what you mean,” Lottie said demurely, though she felt her own cheeks heating.Īrabella giggled behind her own painted silk fan. “Good heavens,” Samantha exclaimed in a low voice, “the way he looks at you is positively indecent, Lottie.” Samantha and Arabella, meanwhile, had snapped open their fans and were employing them vigorously. Knowing what that look meant, and what would happen in the evening hours after the ball, Lottie felt a thrill deep inside, and she struggled to maintain her composure. His gaze encompassed her in a smoldering sweep that threatened to singe her clothing to ashes. It was a case of unfortunate timing that at that moment, Nick happened to glance in her direction. “Lord Sydney is as mild-tempered and obliging a gentleman as could be found anywhere.” ![]() “Handsome as the devil,” Samantha commented, following her gaze. ![]()
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