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sit,” Angus entreated. “My niece shall be along any moment. Women, I’m afraid, seem incapable of being on time. Especially, Lord Charles, since Maggie is, of course, in such anticipation of your first meeting.”
    â€œAh, but we’ve met.”
    â€œAh?” Angus’s face held an uncomfortable flush.
    â€œThe lady must not remember, but that is hardly a surprise. She was surely overwhelmed by the number of men seeking her acquaintance,” Charles said pleasantly.
    Then they were all startled by a soft and feminine voice like silk.
    â€œIn all honesty, sir, I did not remember. But now that I see you, I do remember that we met, and it is delightful to see you.”
    Jamie swung around. Amazingly, with the width of her skirt, the lady in question had arrived in the archway from entry to parlor in absolute silence, and she stood there, definitely a vision of exquisite beauty. Light filtered in from the stained-glass sections of the slim manor mud room, seeming to set her afire in a heavenly blaze. Eyes a shade of deep and striking cobalt stared out from a face delicately crafted and defined. Her lips were full and rich, curved into a rueful smile; her cheekbones were high, eyebrows finely arched, nose straight and of a perfect size for the porcelain artistry of her features. She was dressed in blue as well, a swirl of silk, a day dress that was proper to the extreme, and which still seemed to emphasize the tiny hand span of her waist and the flare of her breasts and hips.
    Jamie had to admit, he was taken aback himself.
    She didn’t appear to notice him. Her eyes were upon Charles, and there was a sparkle of light within them, and warmth in her smile as well as she came forward, clasping his offered hands, accepting the proper kisses he placed on either cheek.
    â€œMy dear, the years have made you an even greater delight!” he said softly.
    â€œAnd they’ve added to your charm,” she told him ruefully. “Please, everyone, do sit.” She spun then, staring straight at Jamie. She offered him an elegant hand to kiss. “Sir, we’ve not met, I’m certain.”
    He could play the game, and this one meant everything to his uncle. Jamie inclined his head, taking her hand. Sparks seemed to fly, sizzling against his flesh. He bent low and brushed a kiss against fingers already being rescinded. He straightened, staring into her eyes. She appeared oblivious to any lightning he might have imagined had come between them. “Sir James Langdon, Lady Maggie. Lord Charles is my great uncle.”
    â€œWell, how very lovely that you are here with him,” she said lightly. But those cobalt eyes touched his again, with a canny knowledge, he thought, and she knew that he had come as a protector for Lord Charles.
    She turned her back upon him, as if he or his opinion mattered little. And in truth, he and his opinion might well mean nothing. She had apparently decided on this marriage.
    He felt a wealth of irritation arising anew within him. Money-hungry wench.
    â€œPlease, please, do have a seat. Lord Charles, would you prefer coffee or tea?”
    â€œCoffee. What a treat. I should love some.”
    She lifted a hand, and Clayton appeared. “Lord Charles would prefer coffee.”
    â€œImmediately, my lady.”
    Charles looked to Justin, Baron Graham. Jamie knew his uncle’s initial discussions had been with Angus, but Justin was, after all, the lady’s brother. And the man holding the title. Jamie realized suddenly with a certain amount of amusement that the situation galled Angus tremendously.
    â€œJustin, certainly Angus has informed you as to the purpose of our call.”
    â€œIndeed, sir,” Justin said gravely. “And though you are a fine and noble man, sir, I leave the decision entirely to my sister. She once swore never to marry again.” Justin looked at his sister. With reproach, Jamie thought. There was something in his