her.
âStorm,â he said, reaching for her hand, covered with short black gloves. âHow enchanting you look tonight.â He kissed her knuckles, and his touch seemed to sear through the fabric of the gloves. She regarded him venomously and yanked her hand away. He looked taken aback.
âThank you,â she said glacially, her eyes a cold blue fire.
âAre you displeased with me?â he asked coolly.
She raised her brows, not realizing how imperious the gesture was.
âOf course not,â Paul said, clapping Brettâs shoulder. âHow are you, Brett? I see youâve brought Leanne tonight.â
Immediately Storm strode away, not caring if she was being unforgivably rude, refusing even to be near the man who had caused Paul to forbid her to ride alone. But taking such long strides was a mistake. A delicate heel slipped, and she would have fallen if Grant Farlane didnât reach out and grab her. âDamn!â Another mistake .
âItâs all right,â Grant said kindly.
Her face was red. She glanced around and saw that half the people in the room had seen the mishap, including Brett. âI hate these daâthese shoes,â she muttered.
Grant grinned. âI myself donât know how you ladies do it,â he said, his brown eyes twinkling.
She relaxed. âThis is just so different for me.â
âYouâre doing fine,â he soothed. âAnd youâve got a bevy of admirers. Leanne St. Claire is green with envy because even she canât compete with your beauty.â
Storm didnât understand why everyone kept telling her she was beautiful. Just then a servant announced dinner, and Grant offered her his arm. She took it, thinking that Marcy was very lucky to have him for a husband.
Fortunately, dinner went better than the earlier part of the evening. Sitting down gave Stormâs feet a chance to rest, although they didnât stop throbbing. She tried to slip off her shoes under the table, then decided against itâshe would never get them back on. As the guest of honor, she was seated on Grantâs left, with Randolph on her other side. Unfortunately, Leanne and Brett were directly across from her. Storm ignored Brett, although he kept staring at herâquite rudely, she thought. And not just at her face, but at her overly exposed breasts. She had known the gown was too low.
When Brett spoke to her, she had no choice but to respond, although there was no mistaking her coolness. He finally gave up.
After a seven-course meal, the guests returned to the salon for more dancing. Marcy routinely waived the custom of having the men retire separately from the women, and Grant always supported her decision. Randolph went off to fetch Storm a glass of water, and for the first time that evening she found herself alone. It was a blessed relief.
She was emotionally exhausted, with throbbing feet and the beginning of a grand headache. Having eaten too much, and barely able to stand the corset, she was in great physical discomfort. She had drunk a glass of wine with dinner, and now she began to feel lonely, homesick, and sorry for herself. She moved to the velvet-draped French doors and stared blindly out at the night.
âSomehow I donât get the feeling youâve enjoyed yourself this evening,â Brett said.
She turned, blinking back the moisture in her eyes. âGo away.â
âWhy are you angry with me? Because of that little incident on the beach? If so, I apologize.â His dark eyes were blazing.
âYou bastard! You ran and told Paul about it! How dare you interfere! Now I canât ride alone. Youâve ruined the only pleasure I have in this damn town.â
He was visibly shocked at her rage and bad language, and then a tense, rigid mask slipped over his face. âIt was for your own good,â he said, exercising great restraint. âBetter you ride with others than ride alone and get
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