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why men liked to look at her there, but it did make her tingle slightly when she knew he was doing it. Maybe everyone was right and she just needed to get to know him better.
    It was a difficult assignment in a crowd like this. It was her duty to circulate among the guests, to dance with old and young and see that everyone was having a good time. She could do that with ease, but she couldn't figure out how to get to know her fiance while doing it.
    Not that Peter was much help. Already he had turned to one of the other male guests to discuss a problem he had down at the store, and she was forgotten. Sighing, Georgina accepted a lemonade and an offer of a dance from a young man she had known since childhood.
    Much later, after she had lost sight of Peter, Georgina decided the party was doing just fine without her. Despite the open windows, the heat in the ballroom was stifling, and she could feel a fine sheen of perspiration coating her forehead.
    If her fiancé wasn't around to escort her into the garden, she would just have to go herself. If she thought Peter might be in the least bit jealous, she would have another man take her outside, but she doubted if Peter would even notice. And if he wouldn't notice, she wasn't going to waste her moment of freedom on one of these less than sober morons decorating the dance floor.
    A slight breeze billowed the heavy draperies as Georgina stepped between them and through the open French doors to the terrace. The draperies prevented much of the light in the ballroom from escaping, but there were gaslights placed strategically along the paths in the garden beyond the terrace, so the night wasn't completely dark.
    She saw him immediately. He wasn't making any secret of his presence. He lounged against the low wall, his wide shoulders outlined against the shrubbery, his long legs lazily sprawled in front of him. Her heart gave a strange lurch and pounded a little faster as she scanned his features to be certain she hadn't been mistaken. She recognized the slightly crooked nose, the unruly lock of hair, the almost ascetically long face that transformed into something delightfully wicked when he grinned. Which he was doing now.
    He was wearing a suit, but it wasn't of the formal black worn by the men inside. The light linen stood out against the darkness of the shrubberies behind him, and the string tie was defiantly western. He was as out of place as a toad on a footstool, but relief washed over her as he approached.
    "You said I was invited to all your parties," he said softly, in a drawl she hadn't quite remembered.
    "And I would have sent you a formal invitation if I'd known where to find you, Mr. Martin. You never called."
    She was aware when his gaze was distracted from her face to the glittering tiara crowning her stacked tresses. She wasn't certain what was in his eyes when they came back to hers, but she knew somehow that he was studiously avoiding looking at her breasts. That knowledge made her tingle more than Peter's deliberate look had. Rebelliously, she wanted this man to look at her there.
    Georgina came closer, holding her shoulders back so he couldn't avoid seeing what she displayed. Never in her life had she behaved like this, but she knew exactly how it was done. She touched his arm and felt the slight jerk of shock beneath her fingers.
    "I thought you had forgotten me." She made her voice whisper like the breeze through the trees, and she read its effect on his mobile face.
    Daniel didn't answer immediately. Instead he studied her, deliberately resting his gaze on the line of lace caressing her breasts before traveling downward, noting the hard curves of her corset beneath the silk, the full swell of her hips, the juncture of her legs beneath the clinging cloth. When his gaze returned to hers, he was smiling.
    "You're flirting again, aren't you? Why don't you save your tricks for your boyfriend? There's no need for anything but honesty between us. That is, if what you want