Shall We Dance?. Kasey Michaels

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СКАЧАТЬ with the gloves off…Nate…I think I should—”

      “That’s it, Georgie. Nate. Use it until my name spills right off your tongue. We wouldn’t wish to stumble at the first gate, now would we?”

      “If you’d stop interrupting? I was making a confession here,” Georgiana said, pushing her spectacles back up onto the bridge of her nose.

      “Good grief. I’m courting a sharp-tongued miss, aren’t I?”

      Georgiana bit on the inside of her cheek for a moment as she stared at him, then asked, “Finished?”

      “Done for, I think would be the proper term,” Nathaniel said, bowing to her.

      “Good. Now, what I told the footman? That I’d sent round a note and Amelia knows I’m coming here today? That, um, that wasn’t quite truthful. I said it first to my mother, and it seemed like a good thing to say to a mother to placate her, but when Amelia sees me you’ll know I was, um, as I said, stretching the truth a little.”

      “Stretching the truth? I think that would be more in the way of a lie. And a whacking great one, at that. Tell me, is she going to toss us both out on our ears?”

      “No, no, of course not. We’re the best of good friends, even if we haven’t seen each other in years.”

      Nate tipped his head and looked at her with blatantly teasing scrutiny. “Anything else, Georgie?”

      “Yes. Don’t call me Georgie. I hate it.”

      “Well, that puts me in my place. So sorry, Georgiana.”

      “That’s much better, thank you.” Georgiana struggled for something else to say, wondering what was keeping Amelia. They’d been waiting a good quarter hour now, and no one had so much as brought in a tea tray.

      “And you’ll allow me to send your carriage home while you accompany me to meet my aunt Rowena?”

      “I said I would, didn’t I?” Georgiana snapped, then immediately apologized. “I’m…I’m not very good at all of this, you know. They only just opened my cage and set me free from the country a month ago.”

      “Keep you locked up, do they? Somehow that doesn’t boggle my mind as much as it probably ought.”

      “Oh, shut up,” Georgiana said, very much at home with this strange man, which probably only proved that she was not fit for Polite Society. The man had a title, for goodness sake! “No, don’t do that. Tell me again how very respected your family is, and how my stepfather will be throwing himself at your shoetops in gratitude that you’ve deigned to look my way.”

      “Pleases you, that part, doesn’t it? I’d noticed that. In fact, if it weren’t for knowing that this whole sham was my idea, I’d think it was yours.”

      Georgiana smiled. “Could we just call it serendipity?”

      “Among other things, yes,” Nate said, abandoning his position at the fireplace, to sit beside her on the couch. “Georgie—Georgiana,” he said, taking her hand in both of his, “I think we’re going to be very good friends.”

      Georgiana pulled her hand free, and sniffed at him—yes, sniffed—for she was above all things a practical young woman. “Careful, Nate, or else Mr. Bateman will be posting the banns. You have a mission, remember? To save the queen?”

      “Wrong. To save my own skin. The queen’s in no real danger. Even our king isn’t that harebrained. You’ll understand more when we leave here and travel to my family home.”

      “I thought you said we were going to visit your aunt Rowena.”

      “Yes, I did. She lives with her sister—my mother—and my poor, beleaguered father. He’s the one who is going to be kissing your shoetops when he learns that you are to be my entry to this establishment. Anything to placate my aunt and, most important, silence her.”

      “Then we’ll return to Mr. Bateman’s house, and you’ll meet my mother and Mr. Bateman? You did promise, remember?”

      “Lies upon lies. I remember. I’m not precisely sure why I’m feeling so jolly about all these lies, but I am. Do you need those spectacles, Georgiana?”

      The question surprised her. “No, of course not. I only wear them when I want to look bookish, and a horrid bluestocking into the bargain. And when I want to see what I’m looking at,” she told him, leaning back slightly against the cushions on the suddenly small sofa. “Why? Mama says I’m lucky to get a third or fourth son, because of the spectacles. And the very slight dowry my late father arranged for me. Are they that awful?”

      “Not as terrible as leaving them on your dressing table for vanity’s sake, then finding yourself talking up a potted palm at some party, no,” Nate said. “But I do believe we could seek out something not half so horrible. That is, more becoming to your face. Spectacles that at least fit.”

      “They’re just heavy.” Georgiana slammed the offending spectacles back up on her nose. “Don’t all spectacles slip like this?”

      “No. They don’t. I’m surprised you don’t knock yourself senseless at least a dozen times a day, poking at them like that. And the lenses aren’t all as big around as moons. I am no expert, but I believe you’re wearing gentlemen’s spectacles.”

      “They were my father’s, yes, and my mother said they were more than good enough,” Georgiana admitted. “But different lenses were fitted for them.”

      “And in fifty years, you might just grow into them. In the meantime, we can search out better ones tomorrow, before I take you driving in the Park at five for the Promenade, all right?”

      Georgiana chewed on this for a moment, mentally cataloging her woefully inadequate wardrobe. “The Park? In public? I thought this was only for Amelia. And Aunt Rowena. And my mother and Mr. Bateman, so they’ll let me out of the house and you can play at saving the queen. But I thought that was all.”

      “Really. The question that immediately springs to mind, Georgiana, is who are you ashamed of? Yourself. Or, more reasonably, of me? My mama, for one, would understand that.”

      She stood up so quickly she banged a knee against the table and had to bite back a rather unladylike word. Country life and little supervision had done considerable damage to what were supposed to be her fragile female ways. “Now you’re making fun of me, and I must warn you, sir, that I am more than capable of giving back as good as I get.”

      He also got to his feet. “Yes, I’d already noticed that. Dare I say you fair fascinate me?”

      Georgiana looked at him, at his slightly unruly black hair, his laughing blue eyes, his altogether handsome face and figure. “Of course I do. I daresay I fascinate men every day,” she said dryly, believing not a single word that came out of his mouth, then looked toward the doorway. “What on earth could be keeping Amelia? Do you think anyone told her I’m here? I vow, this is the strangest household.”

      BERNARD NESTOR made his way to the servants’ entrance of the establishment in Hammersmith and knocked loudly on the door.

      He’d been up and about very early, and had been hidden behind some shrubbery since СКАЧАТЬ