![]() ![]() It clung to him, hovered around him like a puff of cheroot smoke as he went about his nights of revelry with friends. But the notion, impertinent thing that it was, wouldn’t be dismissed. You’ll pant and slaver over me for a while, but then you’ll grow up and be faithful to a girl like her.Īnd she’d tipped her fan toward the corner occupied by Violet Winterbottom.Ĭhristian had laughed long and loudly, dismissing the notion out of hand. And she’d said to Christian, with the smile of a practiced coquette, I shan’t waste my time with you. She was a painted bulls-eye, and all the young men took a shot at her. At one of his parents’ more scandalous masquerades, he’d been flirting with some demimonde-for no particular reason. He could name the day he’d grown aware of it, but he suspected that tale would have only increased her pique.Īnd it took place in a ballroom, much like the one Violet marched him to right now. Dash it, Christian couldn’t recall precisely when he’d begun to feel this deep affection for the quiet, unassuming girl next door. ![]()
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