knew,“Are you cross?” Eloïse asked. Her cheeks were rosy from the exertion of laughing and her eyes sparkled brightly. She didn’t look afraid of his wrath, not that Dex had any wrath. He only had admiration. Such a magnificent deception!
Such“Of course not.” He crossed to her, swept her up from her seat, and danced her exuberantly around the drawing room, too elated and energized to care that dancing viscountesses around their drawing rooms was an outlandish thing to do. Eloïse didn’t appear to mind. She was warm and vibrant in his arms, and when he levitated them several inches off the floor so that they were dancing on air, she clutched him close and laughed delightedly.
Dex spun them on two giddy circuits of the room, then carefully set her on her feet again. They were both panting, b
