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

lines choices looked perfectly measured, simply looking at her the way a man looks at a page he is trying to read. “You watched me,” she said flatly, without a question in lines.

“I did not mean to. I came for a book, heard a sound, and looked in.”

“For how long?”

“Longer than I should have.”

She felt the heat come up her neck, hating that lines came and continue reading …