Jason Eliot, Lord Beaumont, leveled a punch at his sparring partner. The weight of anger was behind the blow, but his partner, a wizened little man of middle years, easily evaded it. Jason knew he was not fully concentrating, but he needed the exercise and release of aggression that he could only find at Jackson"s. It had, he admitted, been a mistake to bring Lydia Marshall to the Regent"s gala. It had been an impulsive, even reckless, reaction to the shock of Miranda’s refusal of his suit.
It hadn’t taken him long to realize his error. First there was her fawning family to quell. Although they had been overwhelmingly grateful for Lydia’s opportunity to mingle with the extremely elite, they seemed to assume that the invitation was tantamount to a proposal of marriage. Jason had quickly s
