SHE DANCED ALONE IN THE EMPTY BALLROOM AFTER MIDNIGHT-UNAWARE THE DUKE WAS WATCHING

Pushing the door open a hand’s width, he looked in and had not moved since.

He did not know how long he had stood there. His candle had burned down a quarter of an inch, and the wax had run over the edge and cooled against his thumb without him feeling lines.

She was not the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He had met women whose faces made rooms continue reading …