Page 18 of Ironvine

“Where is she going? Georgina!” rose up behind her, which only gave a more pronounced sway to her hips as she moved across the room.

They were all waiting to be introduced. To be noticed.

She would not wait on anyone to do this for her. She would take the chance. After all, she had an in.

Charles spotted her, his body straightening, his eyes gleaming, his bow graceful. “Miss Georgina? Delightful to see you as always.”

She bowed in return. “Thank you, Mr. Montclare.”

“Would you care for refreshment? I believe they’ve opened a new Madeira just now.”

“I would indeed.”

His head flew up at the flare in her voice. There was a sparkle in his golden brown eyes, and Georgie’s pulse quickened under the shimmer of their inspection. His attentions in the past were always probing and sweeping. He missed nothing.

He handed her a glass of wine, their fingers brushing. “Very good to see you here tonight, Georgie.” His voice always grew warmer when he used her nickname, that ease of familiarity flaring between them.

“No lady has caught your fancy this evening? What a terrible state of affairs, you standing here alone.”

“Have you come here to save my reputation, then?”

“I don’t think anything can be done to save your reputation, Mr. Montclare.”

“Such a brazen tongue…”

Was he remembering her brazen tongue against his the other night? She certainly hadn’t forgotten it. She could feel it even now. Sparks flew up her spine, over her flesh as they held each other’s gaze, the muscle along his sharp jaw flexing. How is it she felt as if she were bare to him?

Georgina cleared her throat. “I’ve always enjoyed our conversations, Mr. Montclare. I know with you I can speak freely without censure.”

“Indeed.” His features eased, his lips curving into a grin. “I do remember you once called me a helpless, insatiable rogue.”

“Did I?”

“You’re blushing.”

“’Tis the wine.”

“You’ve emptied your glass.”

“More, please.”

“Your wish is my command.” He signaled a servant, who promptly offered him a fresh glass. Charles handed it to her.

“Thank you.” She sipped. “I was quite sorry to hear of your father’s passing.”

“Although he had been ill for some time, it was most unexpected.”

“The loss of a parent is always unexpected.”

“Yes. Unfortunately, you are familiar with this as well.”

“I am.” Her father had perished in a horrible carriage accident years ago, and it had left a hole in her heart that still remained deep, wide, and dark. “And now your brother is the Earl of Ryvves?”

“He is, yes.” Charles shifted his gaze to the crowded ballroom. “How do you find this evening’s ball? Is it to your liking after being away from town for so long?”

“I find it quite sparkling.” She laughed softly.

“As are you.” He raised his glass to her. “You are resplendent this evening. You are…quite changed.”

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