He’d never tire of looking at Lady Charlotte's naturally graceful form. He just wished he hadn't made such a clod-footed ox of himself when they danced the night before. He hated dancing, and he’d been coerced into asking the lady for a turn about the floor by Lady Adina. Under normal circumstances he would have refused dancing with anyone, persuasion or no. But Lady Adina had asked both him and Alain to be extra courteous and obliging to all the ladies invited, so Eamon plastered on a grin and took to the floor. Once. And only for the sake of helping Laethan gain an heiress for a wife.
Lady Charlotte was incredibly beautiful with her mischievous greenish-brown eyes under perfectly arched brows, and a grin that held an underlying skepticism each time she looked his way. The way she carrie
