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potted palm with her arms over her chest in what she knew was a very un-ladylike posture. And she did not care. She wasn’t spoiled.
    “Lady Jennette, please at least try to look like you are enjoying my party.”
    “I apologize, Lady Cantwell.”
    The older woman leaned on her cane and then scanned the room until her gaze landed on Matthew. “He is a—”
    “Pompous, overbearing, arrogant—”
    Lady Cantwell’s cackle interrupted her tirade. “I was about to say a handsome devil. Handsome not in a pretty way, but with an air of danger about him. He reminds me a little of my third husband. Now he was a man….”
    “Lord Blackburn? Hardly. His hair is highly un-fashionable. He could almost put it in a queue. His clothes are wrinkled and at least two years out of date.”
    “Lady Jennette,” Lady Cantwell started, “I do believe Lord Blackburn should escort you into the dining room.”
    Jennette’s mouth gaped open. “I—I—”
    “I am the hostess of this little gathering.”
    “But, Lady Cantwell, he is the man who killed my betrothed,” she argued.
    “Accidentally, if my old memory serves.” Lady Cantwell’s brown eyes flashed with something akin to humor. “It is far past time for that incident to be buried.”
    How could Lady Cantwell find anything about this situation amusing? “Yes, it was an accident. Still, most people don’t understand that and—”
    “And you shall do exactly as this old lady tells you, miss.” Lady Cantwell smiled and patted Jennette’s hand. “Stop worrying about what other people think of you. Life is far more enjoyable that way.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” Jennette closed her eyes as Lady Cantwell slowly walked away.
    “I was told in no uncertain terms that I am to escort you into dinner.”
    She opened her eyes to see Matthew staring down at her with contempt in his eyes. “Yes. She informed me, too.”
    “Shall we?” He held out his arm to her.
    She nodded and linked her arm with his. Inhaling the tangy smell of sandalwood, she shivered.
    “Are you cold?”
    Unable to tell him that his nearness caused such tumultuous feelings in her belly, she nodded. “It is a chilly night.”
    “Yes, it has been a dreadful year for weather.”
    At least the weather was a safer topic of conversation than her shopping habits, or his overly long, chestnut hair. She had to get her traitorous desires under control. Why couldn’t she have felt this way about John? He at least had loved her. Matthew didn’t even like her. He thought she was nothing more than a spoiled brat. At least she hoped he’d been about to say brat and not the other “b” word.
    “So I hear there is to be a literary salon at Lady Elizabeth’s home tomorrow night,” he said while they walked down the hall to the dining room.
    “Yes.”
    “Very good.”
    “Is it?” Jennette asked with a strained tone to her voice.
    “What do you mean?”
    “You seemed quite pleased with Miss Sheldon last evening. Did you call on her today? Do you plan to court her?”
    He glanced over at her with a strange little smile and her cheeks burned. She sounded like a jealous shrew.
    “So many questions.”
    “You could try to answer one of them,” she replied tightly.
    “Then the answer is no.”
    “No, you didn’t call on her? Or no, you don’t plan to court her?”
    “No, to both questions.”
    “You are the most frustrating man I have ever met,” she mumbled.
    They reached the dining room and strolled around the table until they found their name cards. Right next to each other. Matthew pulled out her chair and waited for her to take her seat.
    He moved to the chair on her right. She greeted the others near her, attempting to ignore his masculine scent. Several people glanced down the long table at them. Most of them had pity in their eyes at her plight.
    She did her best to keep her conversation with Lady Caroline, who sat to Jennette’s left. But with every bite she took, her gaze slid to him. She couldn’t