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“Shut up.” Cameron stared at his brother. There was no drama on the stage now, but plenty in Ian Mackenzie’s box. The quiet word cut through the noise as the crowd waited for the next act. “I was just asking myself that same question.” “Cam,” Ian said. “I was when I came in here.” “If you’re Mather’s fiancee, why are you in here kissing Ian?” “Ian will never remember to introduce us,” the giant said. They could be making up all this to part her from Mather, but why the devil should they? Besides, they didn’t try to comfort her with banalities, tell her pretty lies.

She should leave in a huff, not listen to things no ladies should listen to, but Ian’s hand was still laced firmly through hers. You’re well rid of him, lass.” Beth could hardly breathe. Thinks we’ll like him if he tells us he enjoys reliving his days of schoolboy punishments. “He’s a slimy bastard, desperate to get into Hart’s circle. “The man’s disgusting.” “It seems everyone knows that but me,” Beth said faintly. “You don’t want to marry Mather, love,” he said to Beth.

You do the lass a favor.” He looked Beth over with bold eyes. “Good on you, Ian.” The man clapped his brother on the back. Some of the audience looked up in annoyance. The laugh was large, like he was, deep and booming. The man stared at Beth in amazement, then burst out laughing. “Lyndon Mather’s fiancee,” Lord Ian answered. He had no trouble pinning Beth with his gaze. It was easy to imagine this man fighting with fists or knives, like a thug. His right cheek bore a deep, angry scar, a gash made long ago. He was bigger than Ian, and had the same dark red hair and eyes like chips of topaz. He’d down dicing with the coachmen again, and you know he always loses.” “Ian, damn it, you were supposed to be watching Daniel. The door of the box banged open, and harsh, gravelly tones cut through the audience’s thunderous applause. Beth closed her eyes, trying to press aside sweet temptation. Wasn’t her mother no better than she ought to be? Her origins were murky-would anyone be surprised? Blood will out, they’d say. Heiress Abandons Fiance for Sordid Affair with Lord Ian Mackenzie. “ She imagined the newspapers blazing the gossip all over London tomorrow. Joy shot through her entire body, a painful ache she’d thought she’d never feel again. “Come home with me tonight.” Beth wanted to. I confess I can’t think of any good ones at the moment.” “I’m sure there are a dozen reasons why we should stop. He had a man’s mouth, a commanding mouth. She tasted whiskey on his tongue, felt the firm brush of his lips, the roughness of his chin. “Then why?” His lips brushed her mouth as he spoke.

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