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March 1819Jonathan Trenton slammed from the oak paneled study, smarting from the abrasive scrape of the duke's wrath. His blue eyes glittered with suppressed fury and humiliation, and he certainly didn't appreciate his twin sister's gurgle of laughter as she waited for him in the hallway."How do you like the Duke, Jonathan?" She asked in an innocent tone that didn't fool him for a moment."He's a bloody bastard!"Cassy grasped her brother's arm with a sudden flare of anxiety. "He didn't... didn't hurt you, did he?"Some of the rage faded from his gaze as Jonathan saw his sister's fret in her smoky blue eyes, and he shook his dark head. "Just my pride," he murmured. "And my ears."Cassy smiled with relief. "I was afraid you would provoke him into doing something terrible."Jonathan gave a wry shake of his head. "I've learned to curb my temper a little better since the last time we met," he said. "And I have gained a great deal of humility."Looking at him with new eyes, Cassy recogniz
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When the Duke had left them alone in the drawing room, Jonathan slid his sister a wrathful glance. "It's amazing that I can still turn my head without having it fall into my lap, isn't it?"Cassy couldn't help a small, nervous giggle. "He terrifies me, too."Jonathan lifted a dark brow. "I saw a lot more than just terror in your eyes when you looked at him," he said bluntly. "Is that what you were trying to tell me earlier?"A hot flush stained her cheeks, but she couldn't deny it. "I suppose. Oh Jonathan! What shall I do?""For God's sake, don't let him know it! Don't you know his reputation, Cass?" He asked irritably. When she shook her head, he shrugged with exasperation. "I always thought the female of the species had access to juicy gossip. Look, my innocent sister, your precious Duke is known as 'Devil' Eastland in most circles.""Because he's so hateful?""Partly. No one dares to cross him, he's deadly with a sword and a pistol, and has been known to duel three men in one week a
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Jonathan was right. They were both thrown into a whirl of activity that left them little time to speak to one another. Jonathan had his studies, and Cassy continued the rigorous training from Miss Abigail, the petite, cheerful woman with a mind like a steel trap when it came to social functions and the peerage.As Cassy's chaperone, Miss Abigail rarely left her charge's side. She had been employed by the dowager duchess to fend off gossips before it became known that the infamous 'Devil' Eastland had acquired a young and very pretty girl as his ward. The woman's reputation was impeccable, her knowledge of manners unrivalled. She would mould Lady Trenton into the soul of propriety and fully intended that the American girl take the ton by storm. And best of all, as the duchess had foreseen, she knew how to use connections.Connections, Cassy was informed, were especially important. Her chaperone had been married to a charming man of consequence and wealth at one time and, upon his demise
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None of the duchess's plan fit into Cassy's ideas. And now, there was her birthday fete the duchess's idea to launch her into 'polite society.' She'd hated the court presentation, and had no illusions about the stiff boredom of any other social gathering. Cassy wondered if she would even catch a glimpse of Eastland. He had pointedly avoided any of the few social functions his aunt had already arranged, but this was to be at his townhouse.It was her brother's birthday too, so at least he would be there, but still, it was hard to remember everything she'd been told. She'd practised and practised, and had finally come to the conclusion that common sense and good manners would have to suffice. If she erred, the world would not end, in spite of Miss Abigail's dire predictions.Fortunately, their birthday coincided with the height of the London season. That marvellous time that Miss Abigail spoke of in tones as reverent as those reserved for god and Kings."It will be an absolutely marvello
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The Duke's London townhouse on fashionable Park Lane was four stories high, and had many elegant rooms available for what was commonly known as a "squeeze." Cassy saw immediately why it was referred to that way when she stood beside the dowager duchess to greet the guests who had been invited. Lilian didn't make it because she was sick, but she sent in a letter telling Cassy that something amazing was going to happen.The guest were divided into two classes, the curious, who had never been invited to a party given by the notorious "Devil" Eastland, and the highborn rakes who had. Those who "had" were faintly startled, then amused at the tameness of the dancing, drink and damsels provided. None of the fair Cyprians, as those ladies of the evening were euphemistically called, were present. Instead, only young ladies of birth and or breeding were present, a great many with their mamas, and the others with proper chaperones.Looking around the assemblage with a jaundiced eye, one fellow wa
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Eastland was fuming with rage at Zack’s behaviour. He had no idea why he was angry at the interaction between his ward and his cousin. He hated that Cassy was free and all giggles with Zack, but not with him. Zack be damned!He looked at the room and still, no one had dared to approach Cassy without his approval. That made him smile a little."Robert," Eastland said to a young man nearby, "have you met my ward?""Levington?" the handsome young man asked, turning to the duke. "Yes, as I came in, the duchess introduced us, of course.""No, I meant his sister."A flush stained the young Viscount's features, and he gave a quick nod. "Of course, your grace. She was also introduced to me.""And what did you think of her?"Lord Robert Standen, viscount of Hartford hesitated. He did not know how to answer Eastland. If the question had concerned any other young lady, he might have replied in bawdy terms, knowing that Eastland was a man about town. But this concerned his ward and thus incurred a
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But this certainly wasn't the time to think of that! She told herself sternly because he was pulling her onto the dance floor and signalling to the musicians to play a waltz. Vaguely aware of the interested gazes levelled at them through gold quizzing glasses and from beneath haughty brows, Cassy kept her gaze focused on Eastland's chest, not quite daring to lift her eyes to his handsome face.That seemed to amuse him, and he remarked lightly, "Do you have designs on my gold cravat pin, Lady Trenton?"Her gaze jerked up, hot and embarrassed, and she said tartly, "I don't have designs on any part of your person, I assure you!"He laughed softly, and the pressure of his arm around her back increased slightly. "How disappointing. Of course, I suppose that's only proper, as I will be your guardian for some time."Surprise lifted Cassy's brows, and her soft lips parted for a moment before she blurted out, "But that's not true! I mean, not for long! I will reach my majority soon.""No, I'm a
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London__April, 1821Cassy was nervous. In just two months, she would reach her majority. Jonathan would be in charge of his own destiny, and they would both be out from under Eastland's thumb. That was all she ever wanted, to be away from the duke's clucthes.Pacing the floor of the spacious living room on the second floor of the elegant townhouse that had belonged to their grandfather, she kept glancing out of the window again and again. The duke was expected to call on them that afternoon to arrange the final stages of his guardianship. A tight knot hung in her throat. It had been almost two years since she'd had any close contact with him, and almost three since the night he'd kissed her on the veranda of his townhouse. The burning memory of that kissed had not faded with time, nor the sharp memories of her infatuation of him.Cassy flushed slightly. She'd grown much more mature than that green girl who had gazed at him with wide eyes and the lovesick expression of a puppy. Her man
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