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Oh, no. He would not. “You are not to tell him.”
“Me?” He looked insulted, then he glanced down at her with his lips twitching. “If you insist, I shall not say a word.”
“I do insist. He is a very nice person, and I would not want to hurt his feelings.”
“You’re right. He did explain the three-breasted goddess to you.” Chandos appeared as if he would burst out laughing.
Theo stifled her own loud laugh. “And to you as well. Do not pretend you knew.”
“And to me as well. Although, I did think some of my ideas were good.” He had a smug expression.
“They were ridiculous.” That should put him in his place.
He twirled her so that her back was to his chest. His warmth caressed her. “My lady, you wound me.”
Even though she knew he was teasing, for a moment, a very brief moment, she almost believed him. “I am sure you will get over it.”
“Only if you share your ices with me at supper.”
“In that case, you must bring me more than ices that I will like.” Theo was looking forward to her first real supper. Well, supper at a ball.
“Have no fear. I trust I know exactly your taste in ices and other foods.” He twirled her again so that she was facing him.
“I suppose you do. I almost forgot this is not the first time you have fetched my supper.”
“You must acknowledge how useful I am to have around.”
“I agree.” This time Theo was afraid she would not be able to control a laugh. “You are extremely useful.”
The music stopped and, once again, they curtseyed and bowed, and she took his arm. He slanted a look at her. “I am famished.”
“You?” She could not believe he had said that. “All you have done is stand around talking. I have danced every set.”
“Trust me when I tell you that I expended a great deal of energy talking.”
What on earth did he mean by that? “I will have to take your word for it.”
Chandos had never flirted with her before. If that is what he was doing. Then again, it really did not matter. Sooner or later, he would revert to his old ways. He was not for her.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Leo brought back four different ices for Theo and various other foods he knew she liked. This evening was going superbly well.
Soon he would be the one to ensure she could dance the waltz at Almack’s. Even if his mother refused to assist him, courtesy of his outings with Theo, he now knew most, if not all, of the Patronesses of Almack’s at least well enough to ask to be recommended to Theo. While she had been dancing, Lady Kenilworth—Charlotte, as she had given him permission to address her—had provided him with a list of events that Theo would attend. As soon as he returned from his morning ride and possibly breakfast at Worthington House, he would discuss the issue with his secretary. Yes. Leo smiled to himself. Everything was going quite well.
“Would you like us to give you a ride home?” St. Albans asked as they made their way back to the long table someone had requested for the family.
“Thank you. I would. I have no idea when my mother will decide to send the coach for me.”
“I thought that might be the case.” St. Albans went to his wife, and Leo to Theo.
“Here you are, my lady.” He directed the footman who had followed with a tray where to place the ices, right in front of her; the champagne, to her right; and the other dishes, in a half moon around the ices. “Everything from the table you could desire.”
She smiled brightly and even blushed a little. That was, indeed, a gift. They worked their way systematically through the dishes.
“These crab cakes are marvelous. I wonder if their cook is French.”
“I think he must be.” Leo drew her attention to a small cheese soufflé. “This is something one doesn’t see if the cook is English.”
