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brilliant
blue eyes boring into her perceptively, surely knowing how he was affecting
her.
    “My lady.”
    The low rumble of his voice resonated deliciously in her
core.
    “Please, Doctor, I am simply Mrs. Phillips.” Sophia withdrew
her hand reluctantly, then turned to Helena. “And this is my daughter, Miss
Helena Phillips.”
    A spark of awe flickered across the doctor’s face. Sophia
knew Helena was beautiful but sometimes forgot just how beautiful.
    “Miss Phillips.” Dr. Christopher merely offered a slight bow
of his head. Anything more would have been presumptuous, of course. Sophia
smiled sweetly at him and he returned a devastatingly tempting curl of his
lips, inciting her heart to thrum loudly. For once, she was glad for the
competing clamor of the ballroom.
    “Dr. Christopher,” Charlotte began, “I was just telling
Sophie—Mrs. Phillips—how you offer your services to all the fine women of
Mayfair.”
    “Thank you, my lady.”
    “We simply could not survive without you.”
    “Much gratitude, Lady Banbury.” Dr. Christopher seemed to be
quite humbled by the countess’s effusions.
    “And what, pray tell, are these services, doctor?” Sophia
boldly inquired.
    For a moment, Dr. Christopher looked sheepish. “I am a
family doctor really, but I do seem to treat mostly mothers and wives. They
spend so much time looking after others that they often forget their own needs.”
    Sophia’s curiosity was piqued by the vague description. A
momentary fantasy of the doctor fulfilling her needs flitted through her mind. “Such
as?”
    “Well, I—”
    Charlotte emitted a little squeal of delight. “Oh my! I must
fly! I see Lady Roxton with Lady Foxley-Graham.”
    Sophia tightened her lips against a grin. Lady Roxton and
Charlotte were rivals in the pursuit of gossip and Lady Foxley-Graham often had
tantalizing morsels of information to offer.
    “Please,” Charlotte said, turning to Sophia and Dr.
Christopher, “excuse me.” She grabbed a surprised Helena’s hand. “Don’t give up
hope, my dear. I’ll return shortly.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “Lavinia!” Charlotte called out in her shrill voice as she
waved and sashayed over to her friends.
    Bereft of Charlotte’s distracting ebullience, Sophia found
herself suddenly self-conscious in the presence of the alarmingly magnetic Dr.
Christopher. Tentatively she caught his eye, and he smiled familiarly, almost
seductively, with a charisma that instantly filled the weighty emptiness,
wrapping around her, willing her to step ever so slightly nearer to him. His
breath seemed to quicken at their closeness, the heat of him penetrated her,
fanning the fire already smoldering in her core. She shifted her weight in an
attempt to create a touch of distance and flushed at the arousal heavy between
her thighs.
    “As I was saying, Mrs. Phillips, I offer services to calm
the nerves such as water therapies, massage, even conversation.”
    “Conversation?” Her lungs tightened against the word with a
dizzying constriction.
    He offered an alluring expression of gentle assurance. “You
would be amazed at how many women simply need someone to talk to.”
    Sophia laughed, perhaps a bit too loudly. “I think not, Dr.
Christopher. It is often very difficult to find someone who will listen,
especially when one’s woes seem so mundane.”
    The doctor smiled again, his face beaming with a glow that
lit up his exquisite eyes, which she suddenly decided were a pale Egyptian
blue, then wondered what it would be like to see those eyes the first thing in
the morning. The smoldering heat within sparked and flared, threatening to
consume her on the spot.
    Sophia licked her lips and swallowed.
    Helena shifted on her feet.
    “Oh my,” Sophia exhaled with mortification. “We’re really
here for my daughter. It’s her first Season.”
    “My congratulations, Miss Phillips.”
    Helena batted her lashes shyly in response.
    “And I must congratulate the young men who will have