The Wedding Challenge Read Online Free PDF Page A

name—”
    “Oh, no, ’twould not be fair. Besides, I will find it out once you have discovered who I am and come to call.”
    “Indeed?” His brows went up, and his eyes glowed suddenly with a light that was not laughter. “I have your permission to call on you?”
    Callie tilted her head to the side, making a show of considering. In truth, she was a little surprised at what she had said. She had not thought about it before the words had popped out of her mouth. It was rather audacious to give someone she had just met permission to call—especially before he even asked. It was, well, forward on her part. Her grandmother, a stickler for rules, would be horrified. She probably should tell him no.
    But Callie found she had not the slightest desire to take back her words. “Why, yes,” she replied with a smile. “I believe you do.”
    The dance ended soon after, and Callie was aware of a pang of regret as her companion led her off the floor. He left her with a bow, raising her hand to briefly brush his lips against it. And even though she could not feel his lips through the cloth of her glove, heat rushed up in her anyway. She watched him walk away, quite the most dashing figure in the room, and she wondered again who he was.
    Would he call on her? she wondered. Had he felt that same surge of attraction that she had? Would he go to the trouble of finding out who she was? Or was he merely a flirt, passing the time with flattering banter? Callie knew that it would take only a few judicious questions to the right people to discover his name, but, oddly enough, she found that she liked not knowing. It added to the anticipation, the little thrill of excitement, wondering if he would indeed come to call.
    She did not have long to think about the Cavalier, however, for her dances were soon all spoken for, and she spent most of the next hour on the dance floor. She was taking a much-needed rest, sipping a glass of punch and chatting with Francesca, when she saw her grandmother making her way toward her, gripping the arm of a solemn sandy-haired man.
    Callie groaned under her breath.
    Francesca glanced at her. “Is something the matter?”
    “Just my grandmother. She is bringing over another prospect, I warrant.”
    Lady Haughston spotted the dowager duchess. “Ah. I see.”
    “She has become obsessed with the idea that I must marry soon. I think she fears that if I do not become engaged this next Season, I will spend the rest of my life as a spinster.”
    Francesca glanced again at the pair walking toward them. “And she thinks Alfred Carberry would suit you?” she asked, frowning slightly.
    “She thinks Alfred Carberry would suit her, ” Callie replied. “He is in line to inherit an earldom, though given the fact that his grandfather is still alive and hale, not to mention his father, I shouldn’t think it will be until he is in his sixties.”
    “But he is such a dreadfully dull sort,” Francesca pointed out. “All the Carberrys are. I do not suppose they can help it, living all together up there in Northumberland. But I should not think you would enjoy being married to him.”
    “Yes, but, you see, he is so respectable.”
    “Mmm, that is one of the things that makes him so dull.”
    “But that suits my grandmother.”
    “And he’s nearly forty.”
    “Ah, but men my age are apt to be flighty. They might go haring off and do something that isn’t respectable. No, Grandmother prefers them stodgy and dull—and from a good family, of course. Wealth would be nice, but she is not utterly wedded to that.”
    Francesca chuckled. “I fear your grandmother is doomed to disappointment.”
    “Yes, but I am doomed to her lecturing me. She has been doing so all winter.”
    “Oh dear,” Francesca said sympathetically. “Perhaps you should come visit me. My butler has instructions to turn away all dull and stodgy men—or women, for that matter.”
    Callie laughed, opening her fan to hide her mouth as she murmured,