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been right about the heat of the ballroom; as they whirled across the floor, Sunny realized that a remarkable amount of warmth was being generated between their gloved hands. It didn’t help that their eyes were almost level, for it increased the uncomfortable sense of closeness. She wished that she knew what was going on behind those enigmatic gray eyes.
    A month before, she had waltzed like this with Paul Curzon and he had told her that his heart had driven him to follow her to America. The memory was jarring and she stumbled on a turn. If Justin hadn’t quickly steadied her, she would have fallen.
    His dark brows drew together. “Are you feeling faint? It’s very warm—perhaps we should go onto the porch for some air.”
    She managed a smile. “I’m fine, only a little dizzy. It’s absurd that we can turn only one direction during a waltz. If we could spin the other way now and then, it would be much easier.”
    â€œSociety thrives on absurdity,” he observed. “Obscure rules are necessary so that outsiders can be identified and kept safely outside.”
    While she pondered his unexpected insight, the waltz ended and another partner came to claim her. The evening passed quickly. After the lavish supper was served, the engagement was formally announced. Augusta was in her element as even her most powerful social rivals acknowledged her triumph.
    Sunny felt a pang as she accepted the good wishes of people she had known all her life. This was her last summer in Newport. Though she would visit in the future, it would not be the same; already her engagement to an Englishman was setting her apart.
    The first phase of her life was ending—and she had no clear idea what the next phase would be like.
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    I T WAS VERY LATE WHEN the last of the guests left. As her official fiancé, Thornborough was allowed to escort Sunny to her room. When they reached her door, he said, “My train leaves rather early tomorrow, so I’ll say goodbye now.”
    â€œI’m sorry that you’ll have to travel without a proper night’s sleep.” Almost too tired to stand, she masked a yawn with her hand. “Have a safe and pleasant journey, Justin.”
    His gaze caught hers, and she couldn’t look away. Theair between them seemed to thicken. Gently he curved his hand around her head and drew her to him for a kiss.
    Because she didn’t love him she had been dreading this moment, yet again he surprised her. His lips were warm and firm. Pleasant. Undemanding.
    He caressed her hair, disturbing the rosebuds, and scented petals drifted over her bare shoulder in a delicate sensual caress. She gave a little sigh, and his arms went around her.
    The feel of his broad chest and his hand on the small of her back triggered a vivid memory of her last kiss, in Paul Curzon’s embrace. All the anger and shame of that episode flooded back. She stiffened and took an involuntary step backward.
    He released her instantly. Though his eyes had darkened, his voice was mild when he said, “Sleep well. I shall see you in October.”
    She opened her door, but instead of entering her room she paused and watched his compact, powerful figure stride down the hall to his own chamber. In spite of the warmth of the night, a shiver went down her spine. Her feelings about Justin were confused, but one thing was certain: it would be disastrous to continue to let the shadow of Paul Curzon come between her and her future husband.
    Yet she didn’t know how to get rid of it.

CHAPTER FOUR
    New York City
October 1885
    T HE W EDDING OF THE C ENTURY .
    Justin stared at the blaring headline in one of the newspapers that had just been delivered to his hotel room. It was a rude shock for a man who had disembarked in New York City only two hours earlier.
    Below the headline were drawings of Sunny and himself. The likeness of him was not flattering. Were his brows really so heavy and threatening?