The King's Code (The Lady Spies Series #3): A Regency Historical Romance

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waistcoat and enhancing the gold of his eyes.
    Not that he gave a damn about his appearance, but if he was going to find a new paramour this evening, he thought it best to display his wares in the most flattering light.
    He glanced about the ballroom, the corners of his lips turning upward when he saw the ton ’s most eligible widow and his night’s goal. She was young and beautiful and, if the gentlemen at White’s were to be believed, insatiable in bed.
    Seamus walked toward the lady but a movement to his left caught his eye. He turned and sighed at the sight of his brother’s large arm waving him over toward his small group.
    He hesitated, deciding in the end that he would dance with his brother’s wife and then spend the remainder of the evening wooing the lovely widow, unmolested.
    “My lady.” Seamus kissed his sister-in-law’s hand with just enough rakishness to annoy his taxing brother.
    Daniel took a step back to make the introductions to the other members of their party. Christian St. John stood next to a slightly shorter, slightly more muscled gentleman who resembled Christian so closely that he could only be his older brother Ian, the Marquess Shelton.
    The elegant marquis inclined his head then reached back to assist his companion to her feet. “May I introduce to you, Lady Juliet Pervill?”
    It was the second time Seamus had seen Juliet Pervill wearing a ball gown, but the first time that he was paying attention.
    “How do you do?”
    The lady wore a pale blue gown of the finest silk and her face had been lightly powdered to conceal the freckles decorating her nose. Her burnished brown hair was piled atop her head in ringlets secured by a lovely sapphire comb. As Seamus bowed, however, it was her surprisingly full décolletage that drew his discreet scrutiny.
    “And may I introduce, Lady Felicity Appleton,” Christian was saying and he turned away from Juliet Pervill in favor of her beautiful cousin.
    “How do you do, Lady Felicity?” Seamus bowed again, smiling charmingly.
    “Very well, thank you, Mister McCurren.” The lady smiled back, her pink gown and fawn-like eyes adding to the ethereal aura surrounding her.
    “Well,” Christian chimed in. “This would be my dance, I believe, Lady Felicity.”
    “Oh.” Felicity Appleton glanced at the card dangling from her wrist as the opening cords of a gavottes were struck. “Is it your dance already?”
    “Yes,” Christian insisted, hurrying her away.
    The group watched the pair leave and then gathered closer so that they might hear one another over the soft murmur of the crush.
    “And what have you been up to, Seamus?” his sister-in-law asked. “It has been an age since I’ve seen you outside of a ballroom.”
    Seamus smiled at the marquis and touched, only briefly, on Lady Juliet’s clear, blue eyes before answering, “I’ve been quite occupied with my latest acquisitions.”
    “My brother studies ancient tomes,” Daniel explained for the benefit of Ian St. John and, he believed, Juliet Pervill.
    “Ah.” The marquis nodded, politely interested.
    “Well, that makes two scholars then.” His brother’s wife glanced at Juliet Pervill, and Seamus felt the instant paralysis of dread. He watched his sister-in-law’s beautiful lips, willing her to speak no more, but she did. “Lady Juliet is quite the scholar herself.”
    Uncomfortable, the lass fiddled with her already perfect curls as all eyes settled on her.
    “I’d no idea, Lady Juliet,” Daniel said, truly surprised as the Marquis Shelton looked at the lady with renewed interest.
    “Nor I. What is your area of expertise?” the marquis asked graciously.
    Unable to witness the inevitable outcome, Seamus turned his head to watch the dance floor, praying that the lady would have the decency to lie.
    “Differential calculus.”
    Damn!
    Seamus groaned to himself when Daniel choked on his champagne.
    He avoided his brother’s questioning eyes as Daniel coughed then asked with a

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