Regency Proposal. Ann Lethbridge

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      His tone said he spoke out of mere politeness. Something to say.

      Dunstan frowned, then his brow cleared. ‘Ah, right. You spent some time at Dunross Keep as a girl. You must have met then.’

      ‘Briefly,’ she said.

      ‘Once or twice,’ Ian said at the same moment.

      She snatched her hand back. ‘No rocks in your pockets today, I hope?’

      An unwilling smile curved his full lips. ‘None today, my lady,’ he said smoothly.

      She arched a brow. ‘And how is all at Dunross? Your mother is well?’

      His eyes darkened to stormy grey. ‘As well as may be expected under the circumstances.’ A muscle jumped in his jaw. ‘I understand you are to honour Dunross Keep shortly.’

      Gossip abounded. But then the self-professed Laird of Dunross would know everything about the demesne he claimed as his, when it really belonged to her father. She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze without flinching. ‘I believe it is on our list of quaint points of interest.’ She smiled sweetly.

      He stiffened slightly. Resentment flashed across his face, before it once more smoothed to bland indifference. ‘Do you have many quaint places on your list?’

      ‘A few. It is de rigueur to be in love with Scotland since Waverly came out. You have read Sir Walter Scott, I assume?’

      This time real anger flashed in his eyes. ‘Why would I?’

      Dunstan tugged at his collar. ‘I will also be visiting Dunross.’

      ‘How pleasant for you,’ Ian replied, his gaze never leaving Selina’s face. ‘I am delighted you Sassenachs find us poor Scots of such interest.’

      ‘La, sir, you make yourself sound like insects beneath a lens.’

      He gave a hard laugh. ‘Touché, Lady Selina.’

      This was getting out of hand. She turned to Dunstan. ‘Lady Albright is in alt with the country. And knowing Scotland as well as I do gives it a special charm.’

      ‘Some say familiarity breeds contempt,’ Ian said, before Dunstan could respond.

      She raised a brow.

      ‘No need to be churlish, Gilvry,’ Dunstan muttered.

      The orchestra struck up a reel. Ian inclined his head. ‘I see I should make amends. May I request this next dance, Lady Selina?’

      The air left her lungs in a rush. That she had not expected. For a moment, she almost said yes. It might be her only opportunity to speak with him alone, to proffer her thanks for the service he’d rendered her friend. A dance was about as private as she’d ever dared be with Ian Gilvry. But dancing was out of the question. Did he know that? Was he taunting her, knowing full well she could not dance? It would be the sort of thing a Gilvry would take pleasure in. ‘I do not dance tonight, Mr Gilvry.’

      His eyes remained wintry, giving no hint of his thoughts. ‘You will excuse me, then,’ he said softly. ‘I promised Miss Campbell I would lead her out at the first opportunity.’ He executed the slightest of bows, an arrogant inflection of his neck that said he bowed to no man or woman, and strode off, his kilt swinging with each long stride, his wide shoulders square.

      The feel of her arms clinging to those shoulders for dear life teased at her memory. Although on that long-ago afternoon, they’d not been quite so breathtakingly broad.

      She dragged her thoughts back to the present and watched Chrissie and her father take to the floor in another set. Despite the differences in their ages, they made a handsome couple. And she couldn’t help but feel glad for his happiness, even if it did mean she must depart his home.

      Her gaze wandered to Ian and Miss Campbell. His whole attention was focused on his partner’s face. The girl blushed in response to a murmured word and a flash of a smile.

      Something tightened in her chest. Jealousy? Certainly not. A pang of envy? Perhaps. It wasn’t surprising. Not because the girl was dancing with Ian Gilvry—about that she surely didn’t give a hoot. No. It was the dancing she missed.

      A wry smile tugged at her lips. She was lucky it was only dancing she’d lost as a result of her recklessness. She could have lost her life.

      She gave Dunstan her most brilliant smile. ‘I gather your colonel gave strict instructions with respect to entertaining the single ladies tonight and since I do not dance, I shall not keep you from your duty.’

      His expression held relief. ‘You are gracious to be so understanding, my lady.’

      ‘A soldier’s duty must come first.’ And she really needed to be rid of him for a while. Her heart still raced uncomfortably fast after sparring with Ian.

      ‘I will escort you to supper, of course.’

      ‘I look forward to it. In the meantime, do not worry about me. I am well entertained.’

      He bowed and departed and was soon leading out a handsome young matron. Strangely enough, Selina didn’t feel a smidgeon of envy as she watched him. Nor would she, she was sure, when he continued to dance with other ladies after they were married. It was the way of their world.

      As the music finished, Lord Carrick took up a position on the dais in front of the orchestra.

      ‘Ladies and gentlemen, I have a special treat for you before supper. If you will please follow me out onto the terrace.’ A buzz of excitement circled the room and people moved towards the French doors at the far end of the hall.

      Ian Gilvry, she noticed, left by way of the arch through which he had entered.

      With no choice but to follow the rest of the company, she pushed to her feet.

      Chrissie and her father joined her. ‘What is going on?’

      ‘I have no idea,’ Selina said.

      A woman standing nearby turned to them. ‘It is a contest. The local lads will compete for a prize for our entertainment.’

      ‘Not boxing,’ Chrissie said with a shudder.

      ‘Och, no. Something better. Wait and see.’ She disappeared into the crowd.

      The Albright party joined Lord Carrick, who indicated they should sit in the front row and guided Selina to a chair beside Chrissie.

      Chrissie gave her a sweet smile. ‘How are you feeling?’

      ‘Excited about the coming spectacle,’ she said, deliberately misunderstanding Chrissie’s true meaning.

      Chrissie leaned closer and whispered something in her husband’s ear. Her father smiled down fondly, murmuring something that made Chrissie giggle.

      Feeling like an intruder, Selina averted her gaze and pretended not to notice.

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