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well,” Benedict said sarcastically as they watched Lady Gillian’s retreating form. Her mother, the duchess, had moved to a chair to give her feet a rest while watching her daughter dance.
    “At least I wasn’t the only one she insulted,” Warren pointed out.
    “Just give it time,” Griffin advised. “I’m sure she will find plenty more offensive things to say about Benedict the more time she gets to spend in his company.”
    “Speaking of offensive, where is that horrible quizzing glass we gave you?” Marcus asked.
    Benedict had been hopeful they wouldn’t bring it up.
    “Pull it out, man, and start using it,” Griffin commanded. “I’m sure Lady Gillian will find it irresistible.”
    “Not likely,” Benedict muttered as he pulled the dratted thing from his suit pocket. Holding the thing to his eye, he leaned over and inspected Griffin’s shoulder. “I believe I see a spot on your otherwise impeccable tailcoat.”
    Griffin scowled at him, not even bothering to look at the spot he was inspecting. “You do not need to act the part of an irritating half-wit in my presence. Save it for your beloved.”
    “My beloved?” Benedict snorted. “I see the wisdom in your plan, selecting a beauty that will undoubtedly be highly sought after, but how do you honestly expect me to get the girl to fall in love with me when she has every eligible male, and even some married ones, vying for her attention?”
    “Not my problem,” Griffin said with a smile.
    “Of course it’s not. It only becomes your problem if I win your stupid bet and get to select your bride in return.”
    “Not going to happen,” Griffin was still smiling assuredly.
    It galled Benedict to no end to know that his friends gave him no credit. His competitive spirit flared up and his desire to win the blasted bet only increased. Of course, it had nothing to do with the beautiful Lady Gillian, or so he told himself.
    “What in tarnation is she doing now?” Griffin cursed.
    Benedict looked to the dance floor, quickly spotting Lady Gillian, fully expecting to see her doing something foolish. He was confused to see that nothing was amiss; she was still dancing with Lord Stephen. “What do you mean? She’s merely dancing, just as she was moments ago.”
    “But she’s dancing with that blackguard, Lord Flynn.” Griffin’s eyes narrowed into angry slits as his hands balled into fists at his sides.
    It was clear that Griffin wasn’t talking about Lady Gillian, for the girl was still dancing with Lord Stephen. Benedict scanned the ballroom, but he wasn’t entirely sure who Lord Flynn was. Turning towards Warren, he asked, “Who is Lord Flynn?”
    “That blackguard dancing with Lady Adel.”
    Benedict watched with amusement as, at the mention of Lady Adel’s name, Griffin stalked off across the dance floor, presumably to intrude upon her dance with Lord Flynn. For the girl’s sake, Benedict hoped that Griffin would not make a scene.
    “For not being interested in the chit, he’s awfully protective of her,” Benedict observed dryly.
    Both Marcus and Warren nodded their agreement, but otherwise didn’t comment. Fortunately for Lord Flynn’s own safety, the dance soon came to an end and the gentleman began escorting their partners off of the floor.
    Benedict’s eyes settled on Lady Gillian as she walked around the perimeter of the room with Lord Stephen. It would be wise for him to try and discover what type of girl she was so he could know what skills he should employ in his attempt at wooing her. He analyzed her body language, from the way she nervously fidgeted with her fan, to the restless way she nibbled on her bottom lip when she wasn’t speaking, and it became apparent, at least to him, that she wasn’t as confident as she seemed.
    He was mildly amused at the heated way she spoke to Lord Stephen, the color blooming on her cheeks betraying her discomfort. Soon, Lord Stephen delivered her to her mother, bowing curtly to her before