“The light brush of his body made her heart pound and dampened her palms – a ridiculous reaction. She didn’t even know his name. But he was a handsome devil, with a long, rugged face, dark hair, and quicksilver eyes – beautiful eyes fringed with long black lashes. The rest was equally intriguing. His lean body topped her by a head, muscular enough to fill his clothes without padding. And his taste was impeccable – elegant cravat that did not impede his movement, blue jacket, white waistcoat embr...oidered in silver, and dove gray pantaloons clinging to well-formed thighs. Simple elegance that made the dandies crowding the ballroom seem overdressed. He must turn heads wherever he went. So why had she never noticed him before? Not that it mattered. He would forget a plain miss like her the moment he was out of sight — especially if he spotted Laura. But he did notice you, insisted the dreamer who lived in her head. “Only because I was drawing,” she murmured. And hiding. She blushed.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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