She hadn’t experienced anything that exciting since she’d won an archery competition years ago.
He paused in a quiet dark corner from where they could see the glittering ballroom. “You go first. If we meet in the ballroom, we’ll pretend to have seen each other for the first time this evening. If anyone asks, we’ve never had that conversation with Mr. North, and you left the ballroom with a lady friend.”
She clicked her heels together and gave him a military salute. “Yes, sir.”
He frowned. “You aren’t taking the situation seriously, Angeline. We’re both risking our reputation.”
“You as well? Casanovas are usually praised.”
His frown deepened. “With due respect, but I don’t want to be considered a rakehell who lures beautiful women to have a quick brush with them. Some find a rake admirable. I don’t.”
“Am I beautiful?”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please, go to the ballroom.”
“Thank you again for your kindness.” She bobbed a curtsy. “I hope to see you again in different circumstances.”
“Angeline?”
“Yes?”
His smile was shy. “You are beautiful.” He turned around to walk to the other side of the hallway.
She entered the ballroom, surprised by her high spirits. When she’d left it to follow Mr. North, she’d been a bundle of nerves. She couldn’t have imagined she’d come back wishing to spend more time hidden behind a curtain.
