Breathless at the shock his intense, glittering gaze caused her senses, Julia realized nothing in her life had prepared her for a moment like this. Trying to calm her galloping pulse, she forced herself to breathe slowly—it would be mortifying to have him know how nervous she was. There was something so knowing, so assessing in his gaze, that she found it more difficult than she had imagined to hold his gaze. From the corner of her eye, Julia saw the petite figure of Mrs. Crowley approaching. Unhurriedly, she pulled her gaze from the duke’s, but not before she saw a rakish half-smile appear on his lips. Turning, she smiled her response to Mrs. Crowley’s greeting. So tightly strung were her senses, she was almost physically attuned to the moment the duke moved. Without looking in his direction, she was aware of his tall frame strolling around the edge of the dance floor, stopping here and there to speak with other guests. “Do you not think the waltz is lovely?” Pulling her attention back to Mrs.
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