Page 16 of A Stolen Heart

As she sat, idly watching the other people in the large room, she noticed that a woman across the room was watching her. She was a small woman, even delicate, and that image was amplified by the gauzy, floating dress she wore. She was quite beautiful, with fair skin and golden hair. Alexandra wondered who she was and what she found so interesting about her.

The woman cast a quick look at the buffet tables, where Thorpe stood, then floated—there was no other word for the graceful, dainty way she walked—over to where Alexandra sat. Alexandra watched her approach with interest. As she drew nearer, Alexandra could see that the woman was older than she had initially thought, with fine lines around her eyes and mouth and a certain brassiness to the gold in her hair that Alexandra thought betokened the touch of something other than Nature. Still, she was lovely in a cool, elegant way.

“I see Thorpe has taken you up,” she said without preamble.

“I beg your pardon?” Alexandra looked at her in surprise. Did the woman not realize how rude she sounded?

“They say you are an American,” the woman went on, ignoring Alexandra’s comment.

“Yes, I am. What does—”

“Then you obviously don’t know about his reputation.”

“Lord Thorpe’s?”

“Of course,” the woman answered impatiently. “Mamas keep close watch on their daughters when Sebastian is around.”

This woman must know him well to refer to him casually by his given name, Alexandra reasoned. She had discovered that the British were amazingly formal about such things.

“They do so with good reason,” the woman went on, her blue eyes frosty.

“And what is that reason?” Alexandra asked, matching the freezing tone of the other woman’s voice.

The woman gave a small, twisted smile. “Ah, I can see that he has already worked his spell on you. Just take my word for it—he is well-known for his seductions.”

“I am surprised that he is received in polite society, then.”

“Money and a title have an amazing power to make up for all sins.”

“Lady Pencross.” Both women, engrossed in their conversation, started and glanced up at the sound of a masculine voice a few feet from them.

It was Lord Thorpe, and his eyes were fixed on Alexandra’s visitor. His face held no emotion, but the tone of his voice was as unyielding as iron. A little shiver ran down Alexandra’s spine. She would not relish having Thorpe look at her in that way.

“Sebastian.” Lady Pencross opened her eyes a little wider, her mouth turning down in a hurt way. “You don’t sound pleased to see me.”

“I doubt you are surprised,” Thorpe replied dryly. “I am sure you have business somewhere else, don’t you?”

Alexandra drew in a sharp breath at his blatant rudeness. The blond woman’s eyes flashed, and for an instant Alexandra thought she was going to lash back with something venomous, but then she merely smiled and moved away.

“Another person with whom you are not interested in extending your acquaintanceship?” Alexandra asked lightly.

Thorpe, who had turned to watch the woman walk away, swiveled to Alexandra. His eyes were dark, his face etched in bitter lines. He looked at Alexandra for a moment, then relaxed, letting out a little laugh. “Yes. Lady Pencross and I have had far too much acquaintanceship as it is.”

Alexandra was filled with curiosity about the incident, particularly what had caused the ill will between the lady and Thorpe, but, infuriatingly, Thorpe did not elaborate on the matter. He seemed to shrug it off, handing Alexandra her plate and sitting beside her.

“I hope I did not keep you waiting too long,” he said. “The tables were rather busy.”

“No. I was well entertained.”

He glanced at her sharply. “Did Lady Pencross disturb you?”

“No. Not disturb, precisely. She was, ah, concerned about my virtue in your company.”

He let out a short, humorless laugh. “Trust me, she is not disturbed about anyone’s virtue, especially her own. I would not refine too much on what Lady Pencross says.”

“I won’t. I am well able to make up my own mind.”

Thorpe looked at her, a smile beginning in his eyes. “Of course. How could I have forgotten that?”