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never once wavered, and courtesy of her fears, his control was vital, the bulwark, the cornerstone on which he could build her confidence, on which he would convince her to rely. Without that, seducing Phoebe to wife would be anything but easy. Even now it wouldn’t be easy, but it was, definitely, going to be. He stroked the pads of his fingers across the taut satin skin of her breasts, savoring the texture and the telltale heat. He assessed, examined; he’d been careful not to mark her anywhere that would show, yet her skin was so fine, so white, and now so evocatively flushed, that they would definitely be returning to the house via the gardens. A long walk in the cool night air would let that flush tiffany jewellery uk fade, but first, he’d have to stop touching her, caressing her, possessing her. He lifted his gaze to her face, noted the lack of any hint of tension in her fine features. A light frown bisected her brows; eyes closed, costume jewellery she was tracking the movements of his fingers, wholly absorbed with each caress, each sensation. He smiled, for long moments continued to play with her and her senses, then he inwardly sighed and drew his hands from her breasts. Sliding his palms up over her collarbones, up on either side of her long throat, he framed her face, bent and kissed her parted lips, then slid one arm around her and drew her upright. Then he broke the kiss and whispered against her lips, “I’ve tasted enough for tonight, querida. It’s time to return to the ball.” “One point continues to elude me.” It was the following evening, and Grainger had learned nothing of note. Deverell had likewise heard nothing yet from Montague; he was feeling increasingly affordable jewelry impatient. Impatient enough to attend Lady Griswald’s musicale, an act of desperation that had delighted Audrey, Edith, and their cronies. tiffany uk He slanted a glance at Phoebe, standing beside him. “Perhaps you can enlighten me?” She met his eyes, briefly searched, then arched a brow. “What is it you wish to know?” He glanced at the crowd milling and shifting between the rows of chairs filling her ladyship’s music room. The assembled audience had yet to take their seats. There were few eligible gentlemen among them; when he’d arrived ten minutes before, <a href="http://www.ecigs-store.com/801-p-5.html"><strong>electronic cigarette review</strong></a> he’d found Phoebe chatting in her usual animated fashion with two youthful, highly fashionable matrons, tiffany earrings uk both somewhat younger than she. Aware she’d followed his gaze and was surveying the crowd, he asked, “Why is it, given you have no interest in marriage, that you continue to attend events such as these?” Her gaze whipped back to his face; he met it, held it. She blinked and tried to conceal her frown by assuming a surprised, near blank expression. “Why? Well, the truth is, I suppose, that I feel I owe it to Edith to accompany her to ‘events such as these.’ She’s been very good to me over the years.” “I see. So your attendance here is more in the nature of a companion?” Looking back at the crowd, she nodded. “Indeed, a companion of sorts. That’s an excellent description.” Only if he were blind. Anything less companionlike than Phoebe and the way she swanned through the fashionable hordes was difficult to imagine. Regardless of any intentions, she still treated Edith much as a chaperone, a totally redundant chaperone, perhaps, but that was closer to the mark than any notion of a companion. Edith certainly didn’t regard her in that light; her aunt smiled encouragingly his way at every opportunity. The musicians appeared and started tuning their instruments, the traditional signal for the audience to be seated. “Come.” He took her elbow. “Let’s find some seats.” She glanced at him, the frown in her eyes more definite, then looked ahead as he steered her toward a line of chairs. When antique tiffany jewelry he paused to allow her to precede him into the row, she leaned closer and murmured, “I thought… ?” She looked up and caught his eyes. He suppressed an urge to smile wolfishly. “Not now. After the intermission.” Her eyes opened wider, her lips parted on an “Oh.” Then she nodded and consented to sit. Settling beside her, he fixed his gaze on the Italian soprano who had joined the musicians at the front of the room, listened to Lady Griswald’s gushing introduction, then gave his mind not to the music but to the vexed question of how he was going to manage, at a musicale of all events, to live up to Phoebe’s expectations. Beside him, Phoebe stared unseeing at the buxom Italian diva and fought to keep a frown from her face. If Deverell had noticed enough to question her presence at such events, what more had he seen? Had his watchers reported something she’d assumed they hadn’t noticed? More importantly, had he deduced anything from whatever observations had prompted his question—she was quite sure it hadn’t been idle. Until now, she’d only considered him, the potential danger of his presence in ballrooms, from the moment he hove into her view. What if before approaching her, he’d been watching her? She knew what he would have seen—her interviewing various gentlemen, and tonight two ladies. The older ladies she met at morning and afternoon teas weren’t her sole source of information on the families of the ton. The younger generation were in many ways easier to elicit relevant information from; they spoke more readily, more openly and with far less discretion of the shortcomings of others, especially their relatives. Since the age of twenty-one, she’d attended balls and parties and all the other varied gatherings of the ton with only one aim in mind—to identify the suitable, acceptable households and learn of any potential vacancies therein that the girls and women her agency represented might fill. She slanted a sideways glance at Deverell; his expression impassive, he was watching the singer with an unwavering regard. Returning her own gaze to the woman, she wondered if she dared simply continue as she had been, and trust to luck that he wouldn’t—couldn’t—guess the truth. 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Regardless of any fond hopes on her part, she wasn’t going to be able to bid him farewell and cut all ties with him anytime soon. Bad enough. But now it seemed as if her two separate pursuits—to distract him and seize the opportunity he offered to educate herself about passion on the one hand, and her indispensable role in vetting suitable households for the agency on the other—were getting tangled. She sat and stared at the singer, hearing not a note. Her natural habit was to plan carefully and avoid potential pitfalls; unfortunately, no matter how she racked her brain, there was nothing she could think of that would result in the disappearance of the gentle antique tiffany jewelry man beside her. “I take it you disapproved of the performance?” His languid drawl jolted her back to the present, back to Lady Griswald’s music room, and him. Head turned her way, his green gaze was on her face; his lips were lightly curved. Seeing her bemusement, he added, “You looked like you’d swallowed something disagreeable. I assumed it was your reaction to the music.” Blinking, she <a href="http://www.ecigs-store.com/egot-003-p-11.html"><strong>ebay electronic cigarette</strong></a> sat straighter and looked around. The singer had finished; the audience was still applauding. She quickly put her hands together and clapped, too, ignoring his cynically arching brow. Lady Griswald stood and informed her guests that Madame Grimaldi would return after supper to regale them with a further demonstration of her talents. “Come.” His hand at her elbow, Deverell drew her to her feet. “Let’s head for the supper room.” Phoebe hesitated, wondering if she should join Edith and help her through supper to lend credence to her role as companion—then rejected the notion as laughable. She wouldn’t fool him, but she’d certainly confuse Edith. Deverell led her to join the stream of other guests exiting the tiffany london room. According to Lady Griswald, supper had been laid out in a salon down the hall to the left. When they cleared the music room doors, he drew Phoebe out of the throng, moving to the right as if politely allowing the many older guests, or those with young ladies in tow, to precede them into supper. Phoebe shot him a questioning glance. Guiding her further along, then stopping near the wall beside a corridor leading deeper into the house, he met her gaze. “Are you hungry?” She blinked. “No …” Her gaze dropped to his lips. She licked hers and softly said, “At least not for what Lady Griswald will be serving.” She was an innocent, yet that action and her words could have been delivered by the most gifted of courtesans. They certainly had the requisite effect on him. His hand tightened over hers where it rested on his sleeve. He cast a quick glance at those still filing out of the music room. Those who had seen them separate from the crowd had already moved on. 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