Regency Surrender: Scandal And Deception. Marguerite Kaye

stop beating if they are not together? That is the love I believe my parents had and what I wish for myself. I want to wake to thoughts of one gentleman and close my eyes to dream of him.’

      ‘The sounds rather consuming.’

      ‘I believe love is consuming—in the most wondrous of ways.’

      ‘Now you are waxing poetical, Miss Vandenberg.’

      ‘Laugh if you will. But I shall live my life in America, in a marriage of love and fidelity, happy to keep my head.’

      The thought of her married to someone else and living far away disturbed him. He could not fathom why it should bother him. He did not believe her silly notions of love. He certainly did not want her to love him!

      ‘And you, Your Grace—what is your idea of a perfect marriage?’

      He had no idea. A knot formed in his stomach. His marriage had not been perfect. Even in the best of times it had felt awkward. His grandmother said she had been happy with his grandfather, but the man had died before Julian was born.

      ‘I do not know,’ he replied honestly.

      ‘Maybe some day you will discover what it means to be happily married.’

      ‘I doubt that.’

      ‘For that I am truly sorry.’

      She proceeded to walk past him, and he moved his arm across the aisle to block her passage. It was mere inches from her breasts. He didn’t want her to leave. Not yet.

      Their eyes locked and he lowered his head towards her, taking in her lemon scent. She was unaware of how captivating she was when she smiled.

      ‘You think I’m vexing,’ she said softly, with those tempting lips.

      He lowered his head closer. ‘I think you’re enchanting.’ Just one taste was all he needed. ‘Katrina...’ he whispered, testing the sound of her name.

      ‘I don’t know your name,’ she said, their breaths mingling.

      ‘Carlisle.’

      ‘What Carlisle?’

      ‘Julian Henry Michael Charles Carlisle.’

      ‘That’s quite a long name.’

      ‘We English like to impress.’

      When their lips finally touched he closed his eyes.

      Almost instantly she pulled back and ducked under his arm. Reaching the end of the row, she paused and gave him a devilish grin. ‘As impressive as your name is, I do not believe it is impressive enough to warrant a kiss from me.’

      By the time he walked out from where they were hidden, he caught sight of her walking out through the library door. Crossing his arms and leaning against the bookcase, Julian chided himself at his own stupidity. Dreaming about her was one thing, but actually knowing the feel of her lips and the taste of her mouth would be a mistake. He suspected that if he ever did kiss her thoroughly, she would be impossible to forget.

       Chapter Twelve

      People from various classes and backgrounds were strolling around the British Museum as Katrina and Sarah made their way from one marble statue to the next.

      ‘I don’t see what all the fuss is about. I understand they are quite old, but most of them are broken,’ Sarah mused.

      Suddenly both women stopped at a marble sculpture of a nude man reclining.

      ‘On the other hand,’ Sarah continued, ‘I’m beginning to see what merit there is to these works.’

      They both tilted their heads slightly, taking in the statue’s details.

      ‘Do you think it is accurate?’ Katrina whispered. ‘Even the size?’

      Sarah gave a gentle tug on her arm. ‘If we have seen one naked man today, I am sure we will see others.’

      Heat began to creep up Katrina’s face and she lowered her head. Still, the prospect of actually seeing what was inside a man’s breeches was too great a temptation. She turned her head one last time before Sarah pulled her forward.

      ‘I noticed the beautiful bouquet in your drawing room earlier,’ Sarah said with a smile. ‘I presume the roses were from Monsieur DuBois? He is very handsome, and he was attentive to you last night at the musicale.’

      Katrina lifted her shoulder. ‘He is passable.’

      ‘Come, now, with his dark eyes and comely features, you must admit he is fine on the eyes.’

      Katrina shrugged again.

      Sarah looked surprised. ‘He is not to your liking?’

      ‘He is...in some respects. DuBois is pleasant company, and we have things in common...’

      ‘But?’

      Katrina wished she could explain it—especially to herself. Monsieur DuBois was a lovely man. She enjoyed his company. When they had first met in Paris, months ago, she’d fancied herself smitten with him. However, things had changed since she had arrived in London. Lyonsdale had tried to kiss her.

      ‘He doesn’t make my heart race.’

      ‘I wasn’t aware you thought requiring a physician was desirable,’ Sarah said, laughing.

      ‘I believe a man should make you feel something. When he kisses you it should feel like...’

      ‘When he kisses you it should make you feel as if you can’t quite catch your breath.’

      ‘Exactly.’

      ‘So kissing him does not make you feel like that?’

      Katrina shook her head. ‘We shared one small kiss in Paris. My breathing never altered.’

      There was no reason that Sarah needed to know the kiss hadn’t exactly been a small one. At the time she had thought it a great passionate adventure to be held in his arms and kissed deeply. Now she was trying to recall why she had thought it was so wonderful. Perhaps because it had been her first kiss. Lyonsdale had merely bushed his lips against hers and she had felt as if she would melt into the floor. There was no telling what would have happened if she had allowed him to actually kiss her.

      ‘I think the next time you find yourself alone with DuBois you should kiss him again.’

      ‘Sarah!’ she chided, looking around.

      ‘No one can hear. My mother is in the next gallery,’ her friend replied dismissively. ‘Perhaps he was trying not to offend your delicate feminine sensibilities.’

      ‘Sarah, he is French.’ Katrina rolled her eyes. ‘And I am not going to kiss him again. Let’s concentrate on the exhibition.’

      ‘I think our discussion is infinitely more interesting,’ Sarah countered, trudging behind her to the next group of statues.

      * * *

      Julian wasn’t surprised that Hart had already moved on to the next gallery. When he finally caught up with him he found his friend lounging against the large doorway with his arms crossed, staring into the second room displaying the Elgin Marbles.

      ‘You know, you might not grumble every time I mention coming here if you actually took the time to look at the pieces,’ Julian commented, approaching his side.

      ‘I believe the attendees are much more stimulating subjects.’ Hart motioned with his head to the other side of the room. ‘I have been watching them for the last ten minutes. They really are quite entertaining.’

      Julian looked across the room and froze. This could not be happening. He had thought he might be making progress. He hadn’t thought of her once since early morning. Fate truly was playing tricks