Beautiful Tempest(13)

        

She laughed again because he couldn't say that when her face was mostly covered by the domino, not without knowing exactly who she was. So he was teasing and she was actually delighted by it. It was quite refreshing, from one of her beaus. But she still hadn't guessed who he was.

She got back to the matter of figuring that out. "I'm sure a few of my suitors aren't really serious in their pursuit. I know Giles isn't, since he fancies himself a bit of a rake. However, three of those who haven't revealed themselves to me yet tonight aren't as tall as you, and Peter isn't as strapping." She paused for a quick admiring glance down his length. "So that just leaves Lords Hugh, Rupert, and Thaddeus."

"Maybe I should give up before I start?"

"Start what?"

"Winning your heart."

She chuckled. "Afraid of a little competition, are you?"

"You call twelve men a little?"

"To be honest, they weren't all mine to begin with," she admitted candidly. "I inherited some of my cousin's suitors when her wedding was announced recently. And you can certainly give up if you like, but there won't be any heart winning in either case."

"Then, like your cousin, you've already decided whom to marry?"

"Gads, no. What I've decided is not to marry this year a'tall, maybe not the next, either. I'm quite on the up-and-up about that and have made sure to tell them all. They just think I'm pulling their collective legs, when I'm not."

"Why?"

"Why follow the pack?" She laughed. "That's definitely not for me. And what's the hurry anyway? Because it's expected of a young lady to marry during her first Season?" She gave a soft snort. "So you've been warned, as have the others. But then you already knew that, if you're one of them."

"I'm not."

A shimmer of excitement ran through her when she heard that. So he hadn't been teasing after all? He was someone new who'd come late to the Season? But, no, latecomers stirred up the gossip mills for a few days, so she would have heard by now if a new lord were in town.

He might be one of the young men she'd met at the start of the Season who were interested only in marriage and expected to be engaged before the end of it. Once they heard her candid declaration that she wouldn't be marrying this year, they'd wished her well and ignored her after that. But one might have changed his mind and was now determined to change hers-by gaining her interest before she knew who he was.

The only other young lords in town wouldn't ordinarily come to an event like this since they weren't interested in getting married yet. Most rakes were determined to spend some years gadding about before they got down to the business of producing an heir. And the second and third sons of a titled parent felt less pressure to marry than the family's heir. But due to the masquerade theme of this particular ball, they could more easily sneak in without an invitation. And the thought made her realize, so could anyone else. 

"You're too quiet. Already bored with me?"

Having her thoughts interrupted brought the complaint "It's bloody annoying when variables sneak up on you."

"Is that what I am? A variable?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to be?"

"I wouldn't put winning your heart in that context, but if you're whittling down your extensive list of suitors so you can add me to it-"

"I don't whittle it down," she cut in. "I just keep count. But I like to do a little research, so if you aren't one of the fellows who frequent these parties, are you a rake, a second son, or a workingman?"

"That would be revealing too much."

Jacqueline grinned. "Sticking to an aura of mystery, eh?"

She imagined he was smiling when he replied, "It does seem to amuse you, so, yes, I believe I will."

"Well, at least you're not a beggar, dressed as you are," she said with confidence.

"I could have stolen these clothes."

Her brows shot up. "A criminal?"

"Overlooked that variable, did you?"

"Indeed I did, and that won't do a'tall."

"You could reform me."

"I could say good-bye."

"Even if I'm otherwise quite dashing, charming, and just what you need to keep things interesting?"

She started to turn away, quite disappointed that he was the one thing her father could never be brought around to accept, even if she could. But he kept her there by tugging her closer to him for the briefest moment, brushing her chest against his. It was quite surprising, that touch, and titillating, making her nipples tingle. But that he would dare detain her was the bigger surprise.

"I was jesting," he was quick to say. "I've only ever broken the law one time that I can recall, and it was a minor offense where no one got hurt, certainly nothing to warrant me being called a criminal."