Page 5 of Seduction of a Widow

Leslie tilted her head so that she was forced to look at him through her lashes. “I am not such a fool as to believe that is the lesson she would have me teach you, young sir.”

He lifted a dark brow. “Are you implying that I need lessons in making love to a woman?”

She misstepped. His arm tightened around her waist and he yanked her close, keeping time with the music. Her heart thundered.

His gaze darkened. “I see the idea has its appeal.”

“You are rather abominable, you know.” She cursed the breathless note in her voice. She was no green girl. What was wrong with her?

“My—”

“Let me guess,” Leslie cut in. “Your mother has told you this often.”

Genuine amusement lit his eyes this time. “She has, in fact.”

The music crescendoed and she realized the dance would soon end. Disappointment stabbed.

She regarded him. “I imagine she has also told you that you are trouble.”

His brows shot up. “She has warned me that I will find myself in trouble.”

Leslie gave a slow nod. “Then I imagine she was sparing her feelings, for you are trouble.”

His gaze bore into her. “I understand you, too, have a penchant for trouble.”