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ballroom, he was more determined than ever to find out what Olivia had learned about the mysterious Lady Alicia. His gaze veered toward the crush of his mother’s guests—London’s finest. Damn, his sister was nowhere in sight.
    From the corner of his eye, he noticed Elizabeth waving to him from a crowd of admiring young bucks. Dalton nodded politely, giving her a warm smile.
    His mother caught his attention. Garbed in black widow’s weeds, her diamond tiara atop her elaborately styled black hair, Mildred, the five-and-fifty-year-old dowager duchess of Wexton was still an attractive woman. She held court to the admiring throng of society’s ton as she always had. Several wives of the earls and viscounts met his eye. Dalton gave them a perfunctory nod.
    His mother knew the latest rumor and scandal, although she’d never admit it to him. How ironic, he mused. As he stood watching her, the unbiddenchildhood image of his mother and her lover jumped into Dalton’s thoughts. He immediately pushed away the painful memory.
    Reluctantly, Dalton made his way through the crush until he stood at his mother’s side.
    “It’s about time you made your appearance, Dalton.” With stony dignity, her fingers brushed the glittering onyx-and-diamond necklace at her throat. In a whisper for his ears only, she added, “I expect you to attend these—”
    “Dalton,” Elizabeth interrupted. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” She curled her hand around his sleeve, then gave the dowager a most dazzling smile.
    “Your grace, surely you don’t wish to keep your son from his guests?” she teased. “We see so little of Dalton as it is.”
    A look of pleasure transformed the older woman’s thin face. “Surely my son doesn’t ignore you, dear Elizabeth?”
    Elizabeth coquettishly tilted her head at Dalton. “Yes, he ignores me most outlandishly.” She pursed her lips into a delicate pout.
    “I have been attending to the needs of one of the guests,” Dalton said without emotion. “A special favor, you might say.”
    Curiosity sparkled Elizabeth’s green eyes. “A special guest? Do I know him?”
    “I couldn’t say.” Dalton felt a hint of satisfaction in countering her undisguised curiosity. He patted her gloved hand. “I’m afraid I must be leaving,” hesaid, peeling her hand from his arm. “I hope to see you tomorrow.”
    His mother waved her fan in a furious blur.
    “If you’ll excuse me, Mother.” He gave her a dismissive bow, then one to Elizabeth.
    Elizabeth’s cheeks blushed. He wasn’t aware that she had followed him out of the ballroom until he reached the hall. She rounded on him. “How dare you ignore me!”
    Dalton stepped to one of the small private alcoves along the corridor. “Elizabeth, please—”
    “You bastard!” Elizabeth’s eyes glittered with outrage. “How dare you treat me with such open disdain in front of everyone?”
    Surprised, Dalton took a step back. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    She glared back. “Oh, yes, you do. Only this morning, Lady Fredricks told me that I should learn to whinny if I hope to gain any attention from you.” Angry red blotches begin to spread along her face and neck. “I’ll not become a laughingstock because of you. I won’t be ignored any longer!” She slapped his cheek, then spun around and rushed back toward the ballroom.
    Dalton rubbed his stinging cheek and sighed. What in hell had brought that on?
    “Dalton!” Olivia rushed along the hall to his side. “Whatever did you do to Elizabeth—?”
    “I’m afraid it’s not what I did. It’s what I refused to do,” he replied playfully.
    “Oh, Dalton. Trifling with Elizabeth can be a dangerous sport.”
    Dalton laughed. “Dangerous?”
    “Yes, dangerous.” Olivia’s blue eyes widened with alarm. “She fancies herself in love with you, Dalton.”
    He felt a sudden jolt of sympathy for Elizabeth. “She’s still so very young, Olivia. Elizabeth only thinks she’s