Chapter Six
Half an hour later Adam escorted Miss Knightley onto the dance floor. He’d spent the intervening time regretting his decision to rescue her from Emsley. He regretted it even more as they took their places, aware of the number of glances being cast in their direction.
Adam gritted his teeth. The staring would be even more marked when he danced a second waltz with her tonight. I was a fool to do this.
One good thing—the only good thing—was that his cousin, the new Duke of Frew, wasn’t in town to witness this. Frew’s strictures were even harder to stomach than his father’s had been.
Adam took hold of her hand. Heat stirred inside him, increasing his discomfort.
Arabella Knightley showed no signs of discomfort. As far as he could tell, her manner was the same as when she’d dan
