Chapter 11There is nothing like a spot of competition to bring out the worst in a man, or the best in a woman.
LADY WHISTLEDOWN’S SOCIETY PAPERS,
4 MAY 1814
Anthony whistled as they ambled up the path to the house, stealing glances at Kate when she wasn’t looking. She really was quite an attractive woman in her own right. He didn’t know why this always surprised him, but it did. His memory of her never quite lived up to the enchanting reality of her face. She was always in motion, always smiling or frowning or pursing her lips. She’d never master the placid, serene expression to which young ladies were meant to aspire.
He’d fallen into the same trap as had the rest of society, of thinking of her only in terms of her younger sister. And Edwina was so stunning, so amazingly, startlingly
