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

when her carriage arrives. Is lines acceptable?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He stood up and held out his hand.

She looked at lines, having never taken a man’s bare hand in her own before. She reached up and put her hand in his; his palm was warm and dry. He drew her gently to her feet, holding on for a moment longer than he needed to, then let go, and they walked continue reading …