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and he carefully followed their machinations. With the dedication of a mother guiding a daughter into the marriage market, he was acutely aware of the current position of every member of high society.
    "Yes."
    "Have you settled on your next mark?"
    "Mark is such a harsh term, Father, don't you agree? I wish you wouldn't use it." He only took what a woman voluntarily proposed, and he would never accept more than she could afford to give.
    "Well, I wouldn't be foolish enough to refer to her as a client"
    "I guess that wouldn't be apropos, either."
    'Tell me, who's the lucky girl?"
    Gabriel twirled his liquor, vividly recalling the fabulous brunette he'd accosted in the theater lobby. "I shall follow your recommendation. Lady Elizabeth Harcourt."
    "Norwich's daughter," John remarked pensively, the very name inducing a swirl of reminiscence. He tipped his drink in a mock toast. "An excellent choice."
    "With your stellar endorsement, how could I have selected anyone else?"
    "If she's anything like her mother, you'll have a delightful experience."
    "I imagine so."
    John and the Earl of Norwich had a sordid history that John had never deigned to relate. Gabriel wasn't cognizant of the gory details but, as with most of his father's peccadilloes, their feud had something to do with the earl's long-deceased first wife. Most likely, they'd had an abbreviated affair that the earl had exposed but, in his odd fashion, John had his standards. He would only have engaged in such a relationship for what he would have viewed as lofty motives—that being the woman's wretched unhappiness.
    For all John's boasting as to how, as a youth, he'd enthusiastically abandoned his elite familial position, at heart he was the consummate gentleman. He never could countenance the tiniest slight, which repeatedly pushed him into all sorts of unsavory predicaments. He cared about women and couldn't stand to see them disconsolate or tormented, and if the earl had abused his wife, John would have interceded, and though it was three decades later, he would still enjoy the chance to extract some petty revenge.
    "You saw her?" John was much more curious than he should have been.
    "Si. And spoke with her at length."
    "Is she a beauty?"
    "Exquisite." Gabriel recalled how he'd whispered the observation in her ear, and how fervently he'd meant it.
    A classic female, she'd had a heart-shaped face, dainty chin, high cheekbones, curved brows, and pert nose. Her bounteous, pouting lips were her best feature. She had a mouth that instantly drew a man beyond the notion of kissing, one that made him remember why he paid for costly mistresses or visited high-priced whores. Hers was a mouth that oughtn't be wasted on talking, not when mere were so many more delicious pursuits to which it could be put.
    Her hair was also particularly outstanding. Those luxurious auburn locks had been swept up in the modern style, hut the ringlets dangling across her shoulder had provided abundant evidence of the thickness, of the various hues. To describe her hair as brown was inaccurate; it was brown, with red and gold highlights sprinkled throughout.
    The English women he seduced were boring, ordinary, lair, and pale, their traits washed out by generations of immaculate breeding until there was little that was unique. Oh, to stumble upon such a stunning original! He was eager to commence. With painting and more!
    Her incredible body, so well developed and lush, was precisely the type he favored. The fabric of her gown had shielded much of her form, but he had a vivid imagination, and he could graphically picture long, sexy legs, curvaceous thighs, perfectly developed breasts.
    The lacing of her corset had answered any questions as to whether or not she was liberally endowed. No padding or false weights had been implanted to increase apparent size. The two spectacular mounds had been firmly lifted, granting him an unrestricted vista of their munificence, and leaving no dispute as to the womanly