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"Waltzing?" Alexandra repeated, alarmed. "There will be no waltzing. We don't know how to waltz."

  "Of course there will be waltzing! There hasn't been a society ball without waltzing since 1812."

  "We've had no dance lessons since 1812—people in mourning don't dance." Juliana looked panicked. "There's no time to send for a dancing master—the ball is in only four days. Good gracious, how will Alexandra find a husband if she doesn't know how to waltz?"

  "This isn't just about me," Alexandra snapped.

  Rachael bit into another lemon cake and shrugged. "One way or another, you will all have to learn how to waltz."

  SEVENTEEN

  THE GRAY DAY had finally delivered on its promise, and rain pattered on the drawing room's windows. "Lord and Lady Charlford will be delighted to attend," Alexandra read off a sheet of heavy cream-colored paper. Seated on one of the blue sofas, she set the acceptance note facedown on the empty space beside her.

  At the desk, Juliana flipped through the guest list. "Charlford," she murmured. "Ah, here they are." She made a mark. "Next?"

  Griffin peeked into the room. "Is she gone?"

  "Who?" Alexandra asked innocently.

  Her sisters snickered.

  "Rachael," Tris clarified, walking in. He moved the stack of responses aside so he could sit next to Alexandra. "Griffin would just as soon avoid her."

  Griffin grunted as he plopped down on a chair.

  "Rachael? You're afraid of little cousin Rachael?" Juliana walked over from the desk to hand her brother the last of the lemon cakes. "Here, this will cure your melancholy."

  "I'm not melancholy," Griffin growled before biting into it anyway.

  Tris's thigh pressed alongside Alexandra's skirts, and she could swear she could feel his heat burning through them. Not only that, she could still feel the imprint of his lips on her forehead from earlier. Right in the center above her eyes.

  This would never do. The euphoria she'd experienced upon sighting him this morning was rapidly turning to despair. If only he hadn't returned! She should be looking forward to the ball, not fighting this impossible attraction.

  Rubbing her forehead hard, she rose and wandered over to see Corinna's latest painting. On the unfinished canvas, a young couple lounged, sharing a cozy picnic. Corinna often painted landscapes, but Alexandra couldn't remember her ever including people.

  She watched her sister create the dappled shade beneath a tree. "That's not one of your usual subjects."

  Corinna looked up from her easel. "Do you like it?"

  "Very much," Tris said, suddenly standing beside Alexandra. "The two of them look like they're in love."

  Corinna glanced at him and Alexandra before focusing on her scowling brother. "Griffin's in love," she teased.

  "I am not," he mumbled around a mouthful of lemon cake.

  She swirled her brush in gray paint. "Rachael took a fancy to you, too."

  He swallowed, half choking. "She did?" They all burst out laughing while Griffin slowly turned red. "I'm sure she said nothing of the sort."

  Alexandra started inching her way back to the sofa. "Of course she didn't, but we could tell."

  "We're girls," Juliana added.

  "As though I hadn't noticed with all your dressmaker's bills." Griffin swallowed the last of the sweet. "It doesn't signify, in any case. I cannot have an affair with Rachael."

  Leaning against the painted stone chimneypiece, Juliana crossed her arms. "Of course you cannot. That would ruin her. You'll have to marry her instead."

  "I don't intend to marry anyone at present." He gestured to the pile of letters Alexandra had left on the sofa. "Are those the responses?"

  "Yes," she said, grateful to have an excuse to move farther away from Tris.

  "How many have accepted our invitation?"

  She reclaimed her seat and picked up the acceptance notes, straightening the stack on her lap. "More than a hundred."

  "Including Rachael," Corinna added with a mischievous smile.

  Alexandra thought her sisters had meddled quite enough. "Oh, do leave Griffin alone. Rachael made it clear she'll never marry him, anyway."

  Though Griffin looked curious, he remained stubbornly mute. The rain sounded louder as they all waited.

  "What did she say?" Tris finally asked for him.

  "She will never marry a cousin."

  "Just that?" Griffin burst out, apparently unable to help himself. "Just she will never marry a cousin?"

  Juliana took the chair beside him. "Do you remember her cousin Edmund?"

  Griffin shook his head.

  "The monster," Corinna reminded him.

  "Don't call him that!" Alexandra burst out at the same time Griffin said, "Oh, yes," wincing at the memory.

  He looked to her. "We all called him the monster."

  "Well, he wasn't one. He was a sad little boy. And Rachael will get very upset if you call him that in front of her."

  "Tell me about him," Tris said, sitting again by Alexandra.

  Heat still seemed to be radiating off him. "Edmund looked very odd," she said, scooting away a little bit.

  "Ugly," Corinna elaborated. "Malformed."

  "I was trying to be nice, but yes. And he couldn't talk. He only grunted." Alexandra rubbed her forehead. "He died very young."

  "His mother and father were cousins," Juliana said. "The doctors suggested perhaps that was to blame for Edmund's condition. And Rachael said that's why she'll never marry a cousin."

  Griffin nodded thoughtfully. "When we were young, Edmund scared me out of my seven senses. I can understand why Rachael would be frightened of giving birth to such a mon…such a child." He released a tense breath, looking relieved. "Obviously, marrying her is out of the question. I don't know that her fears are founded, but given her feelings, that hardly makes a difference."

  "There are others who believe close marriages aren't wise," Tris added in support. "I concur with the theory that interbreeding produces weak animals."

  Corinna snickered. "Griffin and Rachael aren't animals!"

  "But they are…in the strictest definition."

  "Look at our own Mad King George," Griffin pointed out. "A product, you must admit, of copious interbreeding."

  "What a picture," Corinna said. "You and Rachael interbreeding copiously—"

  "Do shut up," Griffin interrupted in a tone that was dangerously polite. "Tell me what you've planned for the ball."

  Alexandra rubbed her forehead again. "The invitations went out last month, requesting guests arrive at eight. We've procured a band of music from Chichester, and we'll place them in a corner of the great hall—"

  "Not the minstrel's gallery?" Griffin broke in.

  "No," Juliana said. "That's too far removed from the dancers. We want the musicians to take requests and interact with the guests. We'll have dancing until one o'clock, when a handsome supper shall be served. After supper, the dancing shall resume until dawn, and, for those who stay the night, we shall serve breakfast between eleven and twelve."

  "And how many of our hundred-plus acceptances are from men?"

  "Most of them!" Corinna cried. "We'll have a much greater number of unmarried gentlemen than unmarried ladies."

  "Excellent." Griffin looked pleased.

  Tris reached for some bread and cheese, leaning against Alexandra in the process. "Your ball sounds like quite an ambitious undertaking."

  Juliana turned to him with a smile. "We've yet to receive your response, Lord Hawkridge."

  "I don't attend balls," he said quietly, sitting back and brushing Alexandra again.

  "Tristan will be leaving before the ball." Griffin stretched his long legs and crossed them at the ankles. "Everything's all set for Friday night, then?"

  "No." Alexandra rose abruptly and went to the desk, bringing the response notes with her as a pretense. She sat and tucked them away in a drawer. "Rachael alerted us to a problem. We don't know how to waltz."

  "Then we won't waltz," Griffin said easily.
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  "We cannot not waltz," Juliana said. "Everyone who is anyone waltzes. It's the thing."

  "The thing is, we don't know how. One of you shall simply have to explain to the musicians—"

  "I know how to waltz," Tris interrupted. He stood and walked over to the desk. "I can teach you all," he offered, absently rearranging items on the surface.

  "Wonderful!" Juliana clapped her hands. "Tonight?"

  "Griffin and I must finish planning the pipeline tonight—we have men arriving first thing in the morning for instructions. We can dance tomorrow, while I'm waiting for the parts to arrive from the foundry."

  "What will we do for music?" Corinna asked. "If we're all dancing at once—"

  "We can hum," Juliana said.

  "We cannot all be dancing at once," Alexandra pointed out, moving the inkwell back to where she liked it. "Tris is the only man."

  "I take offense to that," Griffin said in a tone laced with pretended outrage.

  "You don't know the dance."

  Tris lifted a quill. "He can dance while he learns. But we'll need a third man." Looking contemplative, he stroked his chin with the end of the feather. "I know. Boniface."

  "Boniface?" Juliana scoffed. "Butlers don't dance."

  Tris raised a brow. "Butlers do as they're told." He reached with the quill to tap Griffin on the nose. "Go inform him. You're the lord around here."

  Griffin batted the feather away and stood. "I'm doing this only because I want to see Boniface's expression when I tell him," he claimed in a transparent attempt to retain his dignity.

  "I want to see his face, too," Juliana said and quickly followed him. "Corinna?"

  "Wouldn't want to miss this." Corinna dropped her palette and ran after them both.

  A Lady of Distinction would find her sisters quite vulgar, Alexandra thought. Releasing a long sigh, she rubbed her forehead.

  "Have you the headache?" Tris asked, looking solicitous.

  "No."

  "But you keep—"

  "No." She wasn't going to tell him she felt phantom lips caressing her brow.

  He shrugged and smiled. "They left us alone again."

  "I was just leaving." She rose and started toward the door, then, sensing him on her heels, whirled to face him. "Would you please stop following me around?"

  "I haven't been—"

  "Yes, you have. All afternoon, you've shadowed my every step."

  "Have I?" He looked puzzled, as though he truly hadn't noticed.

  "Yes. And you keep touching my things." Not to mention touching me, she added mentally, plucking the feather from his fingers.

  Rain pattered while he stared at his empty hand as though he hadn't noticed he'd been holding the quill, either. Taking it with her, Alexandra left him there and hurried off to the solitude of her room.

  Men could be so oblivious.

  EIGHTEEN

  CHOCOLATED SPONGE CAKES

  Take a measure of sugar and a like amount of butter and mix together well. To this add two beaten eggs and then flour in the same amount as the butter and sugar. Put together with a little milk to make soft and pour into your pan. Put in your oven for half an hour until well risen, then cut into little squares, cover with chocolate icing, and decorate with white icing strands to make them look like little presents on a plate.

  Mere acquaintances have been known to call on me hoping to find these offered.

  They look like tiny gifts and are reputed to be irresistible!

  —Katherine, Countess of Greystone, 1769

  BONIFACE'S PRETTY face was even prettier with red cheeks.

  "Take her hand, Boniface," Tris said patiently, demonstrating with Corinna. "You can do it."

  Even with their hands gloved, the butler held Alexandra's fingers so hesitantly she had to cling to his to hold on.

  "Put your other hand around her back."

  Though Boniface complied, Alexandra could barely feel his fingers grazing her spine.

  "Music, please."

  All three sisters began humming.

  "The basic figure is a full turn in two measures using three steps per measure. Like this." Tris swept Corinna into the dance, the two of them turning so fast she was forced to rise to her toes. She stopped humming. Her laughter echoed through the cavernous great hall.

  Alexandra hummed through gritted teeth.

  Griffin and Juliana took a few tentative steps, then seemed to grasp the idea. "Oh, this is fun!" Juliana cried, leaving Alexandra humming alone.

  She changed to la-la-la's. Boniface still stood there, limply attached to her, his blue eyes wide with apprehension. Unlike most families, the Chases didn't ban their servants from marrying, and Alexandra had sometimes wondered why he chose to remain a bachelor. Now she knew.

  By all appearances, he was terrified of women.

  "Shall we dance?" she prompted, abandoning the music. It was still raining—it had rained all night—and the drops sounded louder in the sudden silence. "Hum!" she commanded her sisters, turning back to Boniface when they took over. "Well?" she asked.

  He nodded mutely, remaining riveted in place.

  Tris frowned as he twirled past. "Go on, man. Give it a try."

  "It's delightful!" Corinna called encouragingly.

  Seeing her sister in Tris's arms, a stab of jealousy caught Alexandra by surprise.

  At last, Boniface took a few jerky steps, and she lurched with him, trying her best to stay attached. She hardly noticed the three times he trod on her feet, busy as she was watching Tris guide her sister in whirling circles around the planked wood floor. He danced with admirable grace, looking handsome and debonair and absolutely delicious.

  She could pretend that she didn't want him following her or touching her or talking to her. But that didn't make it true.

  She wanted him as much as ever.

  "Enough," he finally said, saving Alexandra's toes. They all stopped humming. "Change partners. No, wait—allow me to fetch another sweet first." He walked over to where Alexandra had set up a few refreshments on a side table, taking his sixth bite-sized chocolate-covered cake. "These are truly excellent."

  "So you've assured me," she said with a little smile.

  He snatched another one and ate it quickly before returning. "Now we switch partners." To Alexandra's disappointment, he went to Juliana. "Griffin, you take Alexandra. Boniface, I think you'll find Corinna an accomplished waltzer already."

  Corinna beamed. Boniface's face turned even redder, if that were possible. Alexandra and her sisters resumed providing the music, and everyone began dancing.

  Griffin held her a bit awkwardly, but at least his hands were firmer than the butler's. Tris shouted occasional words of encouragement and correction. He and Juliana glided by, making the dance look effortless—and sparking envy that seemed to spread from Alexandra's heart clear out to her fingers and toes.

  She wondered if she'd actually turned green.

  "Stop watching him," Griffin muttered.

  She focused up at the hammerbeam ceiling. "La-la-la."

  His fingers gripped hers tighter. "You think I don't notice the way you look at him?"

  "La-la-la."

  "Three days from now, this room will be full of eligible men, all vying for your hand."

  "La-la-la."

  "I hope you'll fall in love with one of them."

  The great hall looked plain and empty today, but on Friday evening it would be crammed full of people, blazing with torchlight, and twinkling with the jewels adorning their guests. Guests who had been invited expressly to provide her with the chance to meet someone special.

  And her brother wanted her to find love. He wasn't bent on marrying her off to the first man who offered.

  She stopped singing. "I hope so, too."

  "I'm glad to hear it." Griffin smiled…until her gaze wandered again to Tris. "Pay attention to your dancing, will you?"

  "I think I'm improving." She looked back to her brother. "You're a great deal better than Bonifac
e."

  "That's not saying much," he muttered as the butler stumbled by with Corinna.

  "Switch!" Tris called, heading toward the cakes. While everyone else shuffled partners, he ate two more.

  Then finally, just when Alexandra felt like she'd been waiting forever, he slipped an arm around her waist and took her hand. As he locked her body into the proper position opposite his, he locked his eyes on hers, too.

  Pure lust rippled through her. And through him as well—she'd swear it. He couldn't look at her like that and not feel as she did, not sense the current that ran between them.

  And then he began to dance. He moved so smoothly, she didn't have to think about what her feet did. All by themselves, they seemed to know the steps. She forgot to hum.

  His smile seemed as intimate as a kiss—that second kiss she was craving but knew she would never get. "Now you can follow me around," he said playfully, "instead of me following you."

  "I'm sorry about yesterday. I was in an odd mood."

  "I understand."

  The fact that she believed he did understand didn't make her feel any better.

  His gray eyes watched her so intently, she feared she might lose herself in their depths. She couldn't have torn her own gaze away if she'd wanted to. She fit perfectly in his arms, the two of them moving together as though they'd been born to share a dance floor. Where his hand rested on her back, heat seemed to penetrate his glove and her dress, warming her all over.

  The song came to an end. Corinna and Juliana stopped humming. The incessant rain pounded on the hammerbeam roof. Tris kept dancing, his gaze still fastened on Alexandra.

  She felt rather than saw Griffin's glare. "Switch!" he called, shoving himself between them. He handed Tris a sweet. "Time for another chocolate cake, isn't it?"

  "Thank you," Tris said and stepped back, allowing Boniface to take his place.

  For the next minute or two, Alexandra danced in a daze. Boniface had improved slightly. He actually held her hand, and he trod on her toes only once.

  "Switch!" Tris called.

  Alexandra noticed Juliana sweetly hand him a cake as she joined him. Sometimes her sister grated on her nerves.

  "Why are you frowning?" Griffin asked, holding her a little too tightly. "You're supposed to pay attention to your partner."