Until You [antikvár]

jPropped upon a mountain of satin pillows amid rumpled bed linens, Helene Devernay surveyed his bronzed, muscular torso with an appreciative smile as Stephen David Elliott Westmoreland, Earl of Langford, Baron of Ellingwood, Fifth Viscount Hargrove, Viscount Ashbourne, shrugged into the frilled shirt he'd tossed over the foot of the bed last night. "Are we still attending the theatre next week?" she asked. Stephen glanced at her in surprise as he picked up his neckcloth. "Of course." Turning to the mirror above the fireplace, he met her gaze in it while he deftly wrapped the fine white silk into intricate folds around his neck. "Why did you need to ask?" "Because the Season begins next week, and Monica Fitzwaring is coming to town. I heard it from my dressmaker, who is also hers." "And?" he said, looking steadily at her in the mirror, his expression betraying not even a flicker of reaction. With a sigh, Helene rolled onto her side and leaned on an elbow, her tone regretful but frank. "And gossip