He was so focused on her face that he noticed for a spare fraction of a moment an odd look of sadness. He wouldn’t even have to pretend his interest, he realized, and reminded himself again not to look down. I’d make sure of it, and isn’t it the standard that the man pursue the woman? My interest in you will be supremely believable. What engaged man wouldn’t be tremendously interested in seeing his intended’s impending revelations? There was no reason why his idea wouldn’t work. I think the plan would work admirably, he said, desperately trying to move his brain and its accompanying lascivious thoughts away from any tracts of land south of her chin. How could he follow something so plebeian as a conversation when the most striking woman he knew was one fierce movement away from-he shook himself. She looked concerned, as if he couldn’t remember what they’d just been talking about. What could he say next to send her over the edge of reason? Her cheeks were pink, her hair was askew, and her hands clenched her gown into wrinkles that, should they have appeared on his cravat, would make his valet weep, though in a dignified manner, of course. I should call you out for that, she said in an equally even tone, but the calmness of her voice was itself a lie. Well, not entirely.Īlina’s eyes narrowed and she took a deep breath, but not deep enough, to Elliott’s disappointment.
You’re lying, he said in an even tone, trying deliberately to keep his gaze on her face. Elliott wondered how much more boorish behavior would make it so-and how much of a boor he was to consider enjoying it.
One more exuberant gesture and her bosoms would heave themselves over the edge of her gown.
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