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“You wound me, Miss Sloane,” murmured Devlin, once they had spun by a pair of other couples

“I doubt that I’ve drawn blood And if I have, it could only be a pinprick to your vanity”

He laughed in a low, intihts of rumpled sheets and ht be h at my own foibles, as well as those of others, I don’t think I can be accused of taking myself too seriously”

“I grant you that, Lord Davenport Your faultsconceit is not one of them”

“Ye gods, praise fro salts to keepinto a swoon”

“I have a feeling that very little in this world could render such a shock to your sensibilities, sir”

Another laugh—which sent another frisson of heat tingling through her body

“By the by, it wasn’t praise,” Anna added softly, telling herself that it was too dangerous to play with fire No matter how pleasantly seductive the sensation was now, she would only end up getting burned “It was merely an observation”

They danced through a slow turn in silence before Devlin replied, “I, too, have s us in a roundabout way to what I wished to discuss with you”

“At last,” she responded, “we stop spinning in circles”

“Indeed, the dance is alhtened on hers as the teies again if I have subjected you to a tedious interlude”

It hadn’t been tedious, it had been…te

Too te

“You had better get to the point, sir, before it’s time for us to part company”

“Very well” And yet, he hesitated as their bodies whirled in perfect har rhythm of the waltz