You’d have a better time without me.” It wasn’t a direct refusal.
She folded her arms beneath the swell of her lovely bosom. “No, I won’t. And I don’t understand how you can expect me to face the gossips on my own.”
“I don’t expect you to do anything. You seem to be the one with the expectations.” Oh, yes, this was good. Getting defensive was so manly of him.
“Is it wrong of me to expect you to act like a husband?”
“Plenty of husbands do not attend balls with their wives.”
“Yes, but those wives generally find someone to keep them company later.”
Heat rushed to Grey’s cheeks as the meaning of her words struck him. “Are you planning to take a lover, Rose?”
“Of course not.” Rose regarded him as though he were a bothersome child. “I just want you to come with me. You are a duke, for heaven’s sake. You can tell them all to go to hell and get away with it. You have nothing to be afraid of.”
She couldn’t seem to get further than that. She thought he was afraid. That he was a coward. That stung. No, that pissed him off. But how could he make her understand?
“I’m not afraid of them, Rose.” Not really. “I just don’t want to be around those people. I don’t like them.”
“You can’t dislike all of them.” All her disdain was missing was a good eye-rolling.

Auteur: Kathryn Smith