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‘I am used to having people speak of me,’ she said. ‘They must speak of someone, so why not me? I have laughed the loudest. Life is a grand jest.’

Then she reached up, pushing an escaped curl towards her bun but feeling the wisp spring back into place.

‘Perhaps.’ He stepped forward and with his left hand captured the curl. His fingers brushed her skin as he slipped the errant lock behind her ear. ‘But, Lady Riverton, there is more to you than words in a scandal sheet.’

She put her hand on his sleeve. ‘You don’t understand the vipers of the world. They wish to bite, not cuddle. I cannot turn them into lambs.’

‘No …’

His voice quietened, but it didn’t lose the rumble, the masculine richness that pulled her like a vine twining towards the sun.

‘I can help you, though. We can create a new world around you. One in which you glitter as you should. This blunder tonight could be fortunate. It can be the moment you begin painting the world around you in the colours you wish.’

‘You are daft. No one has a brush that can do as you suggest.’

‘What is the harm in trying?’