Gossip about us will abound tomorrow,” he said quietly.“I suspect it will abound tonight.”“And you don’t care.”“Not one whit. I have wanted to dance with you since the first ball I ever saw you attend.”“You looked so young and innocent that night, dressed in white. Who would have thought you were such a hellion?”She wasn’t certain whether he was striving to compliment or insult her, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that he appeared to recall as many details about that night as she did. “You remember what I was wearing?”“I remember everything about you that night. You wore pink ribbons in your hair and pearls against your throat.”“The pearls were my mother’s.”“You were standing amongst a gaggle of girls, and you stood out not because of your beauty—which far exceeded theirs—but because of your refusal to be cowed. No one has ever challenged me as you do, Catherine.”“No one has ever intrigued me as you do, my lord.
Lorraine Heath, In Bed with the Devil
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