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Authors: Sheridan Jeane
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Lord Cary narrowed his eyes. “It’s probably your timepiece. I can give you name of an excellent man who can repair it quickly.” That was Cary’s offer of help.
Frederick nodded. “Is he fast? What’s his address?” Those questions let Lord Cary know he wanted to meet right away.
Lord Cary frowned. “I believe it’s 1122 Cross Street. I’ll check when I get home and send you a letter confirming it.”
Of course, “1122” meant they’d meet at Lord Cary’s club at around eleven o’clock tonight. Twenty-two meant he might be late.
“It’s kind of you to trouble yourself,” Frederick replied, agreeing to the appointed time.
From across the room, Frederick caught the flash of that unusual shade of celadon blue. Josephine? Was she here, or was it simply that he couldn’t get her out of his mind?
“Admiral, wonderful to see you,” Lord Cary said heartily as a man approached them. Frederick took the opportunity to slip away and move closer to the bright spot of color he’d noticed.
The crowd shifted, hiding the woman from view, but it had to be Josephine. The very room seemed to vibrate with her presence.
As though in a choreographed dance, the crowd shifted again. Frederick spotted her not ten feet away. She tilted her head as she smiled up at another man, her blond hair lustrous in the lamplight and her sapphire necklace throwing off reflected glints of light. Then her face softened.
Frederick tensed. She stood next to Lord Temple. Why was she smiling up at him that way? Frederick narrowed his eyes. She’d been talking with the lordling at the embassy last night as well.
Frederick’s gaze raked over the slim, brown-haired man. A nice enough fellow, if you liked that type. But he wasn’t suited to Josephine. She’d trample him into the ground. She was much too high-spirited and intelligent to be a good match for a man as pleasant and uncomplicated as Lord Temple.
An instant later, Frederick stiffened as Lord Temple casually placed his hand on Josephine’s lower back and leaned closer to her cheek. It rankled. The man appeared to be murmuring something in her ear. It took all Frederick’s self-control not to storm over there and drag her away.
He forced himself to wait to see how she’d react. She quickly had Lord Temple back under control. It was quite clever of her. She tossed back her head to laugh, shifting away from him so his hand slipped from her waist. Poor Temple seemed transfixed by the arch of her throat.
She glanced over her shoulder and caught Frederick staring at them. A slow, knowing smile spread over her lips before she turned back to face Lord Temple.
A moment later, Lord Temple left her, heading directly toward the refreshment table.
With her chin tilted down, Josephine glanced at Frederick from beneath hooded eyes, beckoning him with her gaze.
Such a tease.
He didn’t bother to dawdle as he joined her. She might believe she’d called him over, but he only went because he’d decided to do so. He was perfectly capable of staying away if he so desired.
As he swept up next to her, he didn’t pause, but simply took her hand and tucked it into the crook of his arm.
He half-expected her to pull away. He was relieved when she didn’t. Instead, she allowed herself to be escorted through the doorway and down the hall to a nearby chamber.
In the dark room, the only light came from the open windows leading to the well-lighted patio. Fortunately, no other guests were outside at the moment. Even if they had been, it was unlikely they’d be able to see into the darkened morning room.
He glanced down at Josephine in the dim light. She was being so biddable. So out of character.
As she stared at him expectantly, he suddenly realized how out of character he was behaving as well. He hadn’t even spoken a word to her.
Why had he brought her to this room? He wasn’t even certain what had driven him to do so, but when he’d found her, he’d known he needed to be alone with
Frederick nodded. “Is he fast? What’s his address?” Those questions let Lord Cary know he wanted to meet right away.
Lord Cary frowned. “I believe it’s 1122 Cross Street. I’ll check when I get home and send you a letter confirming it.”
Of course, “1122” meant they’d meet at Lord Cary’s club at around eleven o’clock tonight. Twenty-two meant he might be late.
“It’s kind of you to trouble yourself,” Frederick replied, agreeing to the appointed time.
From across the room, Frederick caught the flash of that unusual shade of celadon blue. Josephine? Was she here, or was it simply that he couldn’t get her out of his mind?
“Admiral, wonderful to see you,” Lord Cary said heartily as a man approached them. Frederick took the opportunity to slip away and move closer to the bright spot of color he’d noticed.
The crowd shifted, hiding the woman from view, but it had to be Josephine. The very room seemed to vibrate with her presence.
As though in a choreographed dance, the crowd shifted again. Frederick spotted her not ten feet away. She tilted her head as she smiled up at another man, her blond hair lustrous in the lamplight and her sapphire necklace throwing off reflected glints of light. Then her face softened.
Frederick tensed. She stood next to Lord Temple. Why was she smiling up at him that way? Frederick narrowed his eyes. She’d been talking with the lordling at the embassy last night as well.
Frederick’s gaze raked over the slim, brown-haired man. A nice enough fellow, if you liked that type. But he wasn’t suited to Josephine. She’d trample him into the ground. She was much too high-spirited and intelligent to be a good match for a man as pleasant and uncomplicated as Lord Temple.
An instant later, Frederick stiffened as Lord Temple casually placed his hand on Josephine’s lower back and leaned closer to her cheek. It rankled. The man appeared to be murmuring something in her ear. It took all Frederick’s self-control not to storm over there and drag her away.
He forced himself to wait to see how she’d react. She quickly had Lord Temple back under control. It was quite clever of her. She tossed back her head to laugh, shifting away from him so his hand slipped from her waist. Poor Temple seemed transfixed by the arch of her throat.
She glanced over her shoulder and caught Frederick staring at them. A slow, knowing smile spread over her lips before she turned back to face Lord Temple.
A moment later, Lord Temple left her, heading directly toward the refreshment table.
With her chin tilted down, Josephine glanced at Frederick from beneath hooded eyes, beckoning him with her gaze.
Such a tease.
He didn’t bother to dawdle as he joined her. She might believe she’d called him over, but he only went because he’d decided to do so. He was perfectly capable of staying away if he so desired.
As he swept up next to her, he didn’t pause, but simply took her hand and tucked it into the crook of his arm.
He half-expected her to pull away. He was relieved when she didn’t. Instead, she allowed herself to be escorted through the doorway and down the hall to a nearby chamber.
In the dark room, the only light came from the open windows leading to the well-lighted patio. Fortunately, no other guests were outside at the moment. Even if they had been, it was unlikely they’d be able to see into the darkened morning room.
He glanced down at Josephine in the dim light. She was being so biddable. So out of character.
As she stared at him expectantly, he suddenly realized how out of character he was behaving as well. He hadn’t even spoken a word to her.
Why had he brought her to this room? He wasn’t even certain what had driven him to do so, but when he’d found her, he’d known he needed to be alone with
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