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  Then she could relax.

  If her past didn’t find her first.

  Three hours later, Genie could breathe more easily. The night was progressing well. At supper she’d found herself inexplicably seated between Edmund and the charming old Earl of Clarendon—much too high on the table for a mere soldier’s widow. Edmund’s doing she suspected. She’d been introduced to the highest peers in the realm and had acquitted herself well. She’d even, at his request, been presented to the Prince Regent.

  But her real achievement came earlier in the evening. Lady Hawkesbury had presented her to five of the seven grandes dames of society, the famed Patronesses of Almack’s, and Genie had secured a “stranger’s ticket” as Lady Hawkesbury’s guest for next Wednesday’s ball from the friendly Lady Cowper. A mixture of joy and relief surged through her. If she could win over the dragons of Almack’s, her success was virtually guaranteed.

  They’d finished the lengthy meal and had moved into the gardens where a temporary courtyard had been set up to accommodate the two thousand guests. The evening’s entertainment of dancing and gaming would begin shortly. The band of Guards played under the portico while the guests enjoyed the temporary promenades that had been erected for the occasion.

  Edmund leaned over to whisper in her ear.

  The countess playfully rapped Edmund’s knuckles with her fan. “Stop that whispering immediately. You’ve drawn enough wagging tongues already.” Motioning to Genie she said, “Come along, my dear, move away from your vicious guard dog’s side.” She turned to frown at her son. “And you, my boy, should know better. It’s not the thing at all, monopolizing her like this. Why you’ve barely let any other man near her. I thought for one horrible moment that you might refuse to present her to the prince.”

  A decidedly petulant scowl descended across Edmund’s handsome features. Genie hid her smile behind her hand. He looked at any moment like he might thrust out his lower lip and pout like a naughty schoolboy.

  “That lecherous old cur! Did you see him? I thought he might drool down the front of her dress—”

  “Shush,” the countess scolded, rapping him harder this time, but still smiling. “Do you want someone to hear?” She turned her cheerful smile back to Genie. “And can you blame him? It’s a remarkable bosom.” Genie blushed, but the countess didn’t seem to notice. “You’ve created quite a stir, my dear. Why that harpy Lady Jersey is just positively twittering with curiosity.” The countess preened. “You’ll be the talk of the ball tonight, I can feel it. You look exquisite.” She studied Genie over the top of her fan. “Simply exquisite.”

  “I feel like a princess. This dress is beautiful. You’ve been so generous, I can’t thank you—”

  “Oh, posh,” the countess said cutting her off. “I’ve enjoyed every minute of it. It’s great fun giving the ton something to talk about. And I know you must think it difficult to believe, but I caused a minor sensation in my day.”

  “I don’t find that difficult to believe at all,” Genie said honestly, giving her a fond peck on the cheek. With her dancing eyes and vivacious smile, Lady Hawkesbury was still a beautiful woman.

  Lady Hawkesbury was another reason for Genie to feel fortunate. The countess cared not that her son was to marry an inconsequential widow of no standing and without five pounds to her name. Edmund loved Genie and that was enough for his mother. Lady Hawkesbury’s support and friendship tonight had been just as important as Edmund’s, perhaps more so.

  If only the rest of the ton were as easily persuaded.

  But Genie knew she should feel pleased. So far the evening had gone exceptionally well. The ton was intrigued. And there hadn’t been any unwelcome vestiges of her past to fend off. It was more than she could have hoped for.

  She turned back to Edmund to tell him she would see him for their dance later when she noticed him scanning the crowd behind her. Strange, she thought. She’d caught him doing the same thing many times throughout the evening. He appeared to be looking for someone. Though Genie had refused to tell Edmund his name, perhaps he, too, was concerned that he might be here.

  Now that she thought about it, there was a distinct edginess to Edmund tonight. Genie bit her bottom lip, feeling guilty. She’d been so preoccupied with her own thoughts, she hadn’t realized that this night might be difficult for him as well. They both had much riding on her success.

  She touched his arm and gave him a tender smile. There was no need to feign this time. Her eyes dropped to his mouth and she ran her tongue along her upper lip, thinking about how she would thank him later for all he had done tonight. She’d come to enjoy kissing Edmund. Though it didn’t create the heart-pounding frantic craving from her youth, Edmund’s kiss was like him: warm and secure.

  Not dangerous and destructive.

  “Your mother’s right,” she said, disengaging her hand from his arm. When Edmund looked like he might argue she continued, “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

  “But I do worry,” he said in a tone that was far too serious than was warranted by the situation. There was a tense moment where it seemed like he might refuse, before he sighed. “I’ll go for now, but I’ll be back if you need me.” He paused meaningfully. “For anything.”

  Genie watched him make his way through the crowd. Even his carriage seemed odd. Though graceful, there was a predatory slant to his movements tonight. It was almost as if he were stalking something… or someone.

  Whatever was bothering him—and she was sure something was—it was getting worse as the evening drew on. Perhaps Edmund was more jealous than she’d realized?

  She was prevented from thinking about the matter any further as the dancing began and she was led into the ballroom by the first in a steady stream of partners.

  Dismounting, the man carelessly tossed the reins of his horse to the waiting footman and hurried up the walkway, barely noticing the outrageous extravagances of tonight’s fete.

  He was late. Very late. Prinny would be furious, though he’d been fortunate to make it at all. A last-minute trip to Surrey to attend to an emergency for a friend had taken him from town yesterday. He’d only arrived home an hour ago, leaving him barely time to change before rushing to Carlton House to put in the obligatory appearance.

  He felt around for his watch fob but realized that in his haste he’d forgotten it. Instinctively his fingers dug around in the small pocket on his waistcoat that lay right below his heart. Relieved, he exhaled. It was there. The slide of cool silk slipping between his fingertips was strangely comforting. A corner of the blue ribbon, frayed and worn with time, peeked out from the opening of the pocket for a moment before he quickly stabbed it back down out of sight.

  Such sentimentality was not like him. But like some wretched talisman, he carried the damned thing with him everywhere.

  It was all he had left of a past that he could not forget.

  For it seemed nothing would ever bring her back.

  Much later, breathless and flushed from the heat of the ballroom, Genie decided to take a turn on the promenades. Catching sight of Edmund outside in the courtyard, she started across the room.

  She stepped outside Carlton House and paused for a moment, shocked by the drop in temperature. It had taken until well past midnight, but the sweltering heat had finally dissipated. She closed her eyes, allowing the cool breeze to wash over her.

  A startled gasp drew her attention to the man coming up the walk. He stood perhaps ten feet in front of her, dressed in a black cape and tall beaver hat. She tilted her head to one side in question. There was something familiar…

  Their eyes met and her heart stopped.

  Time stopped.

  The music and dancing, the din of conversation around them slipped away. Unbidden, the memories rushed back in a chaotic montage: the first time she’d seen him, the first time he’d held her in his arms on the dance floor.

  The first time they’d made love.

  Heat stained her cheeks as if he could know her though