She managed the barest of shrugs. It is a bit brisk.
A faint look of alarm crossed his face.You will probably want to find some sort of business that removes you from Mayfair entirely, she told him. Daisy has not yet managed pianissimo. At his blank stare, she added, She’s loud.
He thought about saying good evening, or perhaps asking if she knew Honoria and, if so, had she seen her. But just before he turned to greet her, she turned in the opposite direction, and he could have sworn he heard her mutter, Blast it all, I’m getting an éclair.She drifted off, weaving her way through the crowds. Marcus watched her with interest; she seemed to know exactly where she was going. Which meant that if he’d heard her correctly . . .She knew where one could get an éclair.
He immediately took off after her. If he was going to be stuck here in this ballroom without even seeing Honoria, who was the only reason he’d subjected himself to this crush, he was damned well going to get dessert.He’d long since perfected the art of moving with purpose, even when he had no particular aim or goal, and he managed to avoid unnecessary conversations simply by keeping his chin high and his gaze sharp and above the crowd.
Until something struck him in the leg.
And what’s that face for, Chatteris? came an imperious female voice. I barely touched you.But did you— She cut herself off, then looked away. Never mind.
Are you asking if I had already intended to go? He waited a moment, then said, I did not. The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, but still, she did not look at him. It would be far too dangerous. She should not wish for things that were out of her reach. She could not. She’d tried that once, and she’d been paying for it ever since.And Lord Winstead was quite possibly the most impossible dream of al. If she alowed herself to want him, it would destroy her.
But oh, how she wanted to want him.Miss Wynter? His voice filtered over her like a warm breeze.