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Caro stepped sharply back. She wasn’t interested in Lord Huntley, she wasn’t. Men were not to be trusted. She had made that mistake before.
Huntley dropped his hands as anger flared in Lady Caro’s eyes, and she quickly retreated against the wall. What the devil had he done? “The mistake is mine.”
She dropped her gaze and shook out her skirts. “Perhaps we should both be more careful.”
He offered his arm. “Please accept my escort.”
Lady Caro nodded but didn’t place her hand on his arm as he’d expected. Instead, she made for the stairs, her back as straight as a poker. There was some mystery about Lady Caro, and he intended to discover what it was.
Horatia glanced at Huntley and Caro as they walked onto the balcony. A small smile played on her lips, and she lifted her wine glass, motioning him toward a long, narrow cabinet set against the wall.
He poured glasses of chilled white wine for himself and Lady Caro. She took a seat next to Horatia on the small sofa. He chose a chair on the side nearest to her.
“Huntley,” Horatia said, “there are quite a few English gentlemen in Venice this year. Shall I give you the directions to the clubs they frequent?”
He grinned. “Thank you, Horatia.”
Her green eyes twinkled with mischief. “I know how you gentlemen like to get away from the ladies on occasion.”
He gave a bark of laughter. “Would all women were so understanding. You’d make an excellent wife.”
She tilted her head and smiled. “I did make an excellent wife, and now I choose to please myself.”
Huntley sat forward a bit, bringing himself closer to Lady Caro. She took a sip of wine, but her breathing quickened. “Why is it you never remarried?” he asked his aunt. “Weren’t you quite young when Laughton died?”
Now it’s your turn.