The squire waited for Cassandra on the landing, surveying the guests of Almack’s. Relieved of her pelisse, she approached him. He was unable to tear his gaze from her golden sarcenet dress. The unadorned low decolletage displayed her shoulders and more cleavage than she had dared before. And was his mind playing tricks on him or was the dress translucent? It was not his place to voice an opinion. His warming feelings for her were irrelevant-nor did he have the time to delve into exactly what they were. He had a duty to perform and that was to see to the late earl’s wishes. “Does this meet with your approval?” Cassandra smiled in triumph at her obvious impact on him and batted her dark lashes for further dramatics. “Might you believe I can catch the notice of any gentlemen tonight?” The squire cleared the obstruction from his throat and managed a reply. “Yes, quite nice.” He leaned closer and whispered, “You should not waste the opportunity. There are many eligible men here and more than one suitable.
