But then his fingertips brushed her chin, barely grazing the sensitive skin, and she tilted her head back, unable to avoid his penetrating gaze even a second longer.
Nothing about her reaction, her feelings, made sense. Lord Greystone was a decade older than her. He was one of her brother’s titled friends. He was a marquess, for heaven’s sake. And yet, that buzzing flowed through her veins like a fiery liquid. She clenched her thighs together and drew in a deep breath.
Before she could utter anything intelligent, however, the marquess began slowly counting backward. “Five, four, three, two…”
“I believe it’s time to go through for dinner.” A voice materialized from behind the marquess. “May I have the honor of escorting you, Miss Diana?”
Captain Edgeworth did not acknowledge the marquess, nor did the marquess so much as afford the captain a glance.
Lord Greystone kept his gaze fixed on hers.
“We’ll finish our… discussion later. Until then,” Lord Greystone finally stepped back and bowed over her hand. He smirked. “Diana.”
