“That one,” Meggie said, and watched her uncle turn to look at him. At that moment the man finally turned.
“Well,” Douglas said slowly, “this is a pleasant surprise. I hadn’t known he was in town.”
Meggie was staring. No wonder she’d felt the familiarity, the impact that jarred her to her soul. It was Jeremy Stanton-Greville, Aunt Sophie’s younger brother. She had fallen in love with him when she was thirteen years old and he was a wild young man of nearly twenty-four. She’d looked at him with a young girl’s full heart and fallen at his feet, at least metaphorically speaking.
Douglas said to her, “I’m surprised you don’t recognize him, Meggie, it’s Jeremy Stanton-Greville. One of your numerous cousins.”
“Oh no, he isn’t really my cousin, Uncle Douglas,” she said, and was so glad of that fact that she nearly shouted with the relief of it, with the wonder of it. He was finally back in her life, and now she was finally old enough for him. “He’s my almost-cousin.”
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Chapter 3
MEGGIE LOOKED AT him again, really looked, and she was so excited, she had to really pay attention or she knew she’d stutter herself right out of the ballroom and look like an idiot. “He looks a bit different. Of course it’s been a very long time since I last saw him. Goodness, I don’t remember him as being so very tall, and so stylish. Was that his laugh? Oh yes, I’m sure it’s him laughing. It was a wonderful laugh, all deep and full, don’t you think; and—” Meggie pulled back from the precipice and gulped because her aunt was looking at her with a good deal of appalled comprehension.
“Hmmm,” said Uncle Douglas, all his attention focused on Meggie now. She’d been the cutest little girl, a benevolent tyrant to her brothers, the ruler of all the male cousins. But she wasn’t a little girl any longer. Jeremy Stanton-Greville? There were a lot of years separating them—a good dozen—too many in Douglas’s opinion. At least Jeremy wasn’t yet married; Douglas would have been notified. “All right, then,” he said slowly. “Why don’t I fetch Jeremy and we can enjoy dinner together? Get reacquainted?”
“Yes,” said Aunt Alex comfortably. “It’s always interesting to reminisce, don’t you think, Meggie? We haven’t seen Jeremy in at least five years. He appears to have become a fine-looking man.”
“Yes,” Meggie said, never taking her eyes off him. “Do I look all right, Aunt Alex? My gown? My hair? Is my nose too shiny?”
“You look perfect.” So much for flirting and just enjoying herself and not husband hunting, Alex thought, seeing her niece’s heart in her beautiful Sherbrooke eyes as she stared at Jeremy Stanton-Greville, who had now turned and was speaking to Douglas. He was nearly Douglas’s height, well formed, a big man, and his hair was a dark rich brown, his eyes dark as well. Then he smiled and nodded and walked beside Douglas toward them. Alex saw that he limped slightly and remembered that he’d been born with a club foot, but it hadn’t slowed him down a bit, according to his brother-in-law, Ryder, who’d seen that he’d learned to fight dirty and ride like a centaur. He’d been a terror, Ryder had proudly said, during his years at Eton.
As Meggie watched him come closer and closer, her stomach pitched wildly. She felt like a fool, a dolt. She couldn’t think of a word to say. All she wanted to do was hurl herself at him and beg him to marry her.
Well, perhaps not yet. That would be rushing things just a bit. Maybe tomorrow or even the next day. She cleared her throat. She had to say something, had to charm him, show off her wit, if she could manage to find it.
Oh dear. What would happen now?
At three o’clock in the morning Meggie crawled beneath the thick covers on her bed and turned onto her back. She smiled, an idiot’s smile, but it didn’t matter. She was thrumming with happiness, with anticipation. Giddiness washed through her veins, and she wanted to shout to the cherubs that adorned the ceiling of her bedchamber, she was so very happy.