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since John Hagan had left Half Moon Street. Evidently the man had lost no time in spreading the scandal of Lady Joanna Ware’s supposed liaison. Perhaps it served to smooth over his rejection to broadcast that Joanna Ware had another lover. Contempt for Hagan seared him.
    “I admire your taste,” Dev was saying. He gave Alex a frank look. “I’d always heard Lady Joanna was cold as the grave—would have tried my luck if I’d thought otherwise.”
    “You can give that idea up, infant,” Alex said very dryly. The sensation of masculine possession that gripped him when he thought about Joanna Ware was sharp and shocking. He realized that he had reacted entirely on instinct. It was an alien sensation. “And don’tspeak disrespectfully of Lady Joanna either,” he added, wondering as he did so why on earth he felt the need to defend her.
    Dev raised his brows. “Very vehement, Alex.”
    “And she is not my mistress,” Alex finished testily.
    “Then why the bad temper?” Dev grinned. “Or are you frustrated because she is not your mistress?”
    “Enough,” Alex snapped.
    Dev shrugged elegantly. “But you will be there tonight?” He did not quite manage to erase the note of pleading from his voice.
    “You should have asked Purchase,” Alex said grimly. “He likes that sort of thing.”
    “Purchase is dining with the Prince Regent,” Dev said. “An invitation which I understand you declined, Alex.”
    “I hate all the celebrity nonsense.”
    Dev laughed. “But this is different. This is for me.”
    Alex thought about it. He did not approve of Dev’s decision to turn in his commission, but the damage was done now. He could try to dissuade his cousin from his harebrained Mexican scheme, but he doubted he would be successful; Dev had his own share of the family obstinacy. And Alex knew he ran the risk of looking a complete hypocrite if he played the role of heavy-handed older brother. It was true that he had pursued his own adventures with the approval and support of the King’s Royal Navy, but what real difference was there between a man seeking adventure under his country’s flag and one setting out to prove himself in a different way? Dev was motivated by courage and a quest for adventure and independence. And he was not runningaway from the ghosts of the past, a charge that Alex had to plead guilty to, in part at least.
    Alex tapped his fingers impatiently on the table edge. As he had told Dev, he detested social events with a deep and abiding hatred. Yet if he attended the rout he could assuage a little of the guilt he felt over neglecting his family by helping Devlin.
    And he would see Lady Joanna Ware again…
    For a moment he felt as green as he had done as a teenager at Eton, hoping to catch sight of the housemaster’s daughter. The desire to see Joanna was very strong even as he acknowledged it was the single most foolish thing that he could do. If he wanted a woman he should buy a courtesan for a night, or two nights or however many nights it took to slake his lust. That would be straightforward, uncomplicated. Desiring David Ware’s tempting widow was neither of those things. The difficulty was that it was Joanna Ware he wanted, not some Covent Garden light skirt. He doubted that bedding a Cyprian would even take the edge off his hunger, for he did not want a whore. He could pretend that this lust was no more than the natural consequence of being away from female company for months on end, but if he told himself that he would know that he was a liar.
    Joanna Ware. She was temptation incarnate. She was infuriating. She was forbidden to him. He disliked her.
    He would go to the rout and see if she had the temerity to dismiss him as her lover to his face, in full public view.
    He remembered that when David Ware had slipped the lawyer’s letter into his hand on his deathbed therehad been a most peculiar, triumphant smile on Ware’s face and he had whispered:
    “Joanna likes surprises, damn