“Where are your thoughts now?” Ware asked, his head tilting in acknowledgment of another guest’s greeting.

“With you.”

“Ah, lovely,” he purred, his eyes lit with pleasure. “Tell me everything.”

“I am thinking that I shall enjoy being married to you.”

“Is that a proposal?”

“I’m not certain.”

“Hmmm…well, we are getting closer. I take some comfort in that.”

She studied him carefully. “Are you growing impatient?”

“I can wait.”

The answer was vague, and Amelia frowned.

“No fretting,” Ware admonished gently, leading her out a pair of open French doors to a crowded terrace. “I am content for now, so long as you are.”

The cool evening breeze blew across her skin, and she inhaled deeply. “You are not being entirely truthful.”

Amelia came to a halt at the wide marble railing and faced him. Several couples stood nearby, engaging in various conversations, but all were casting curious glances in their direction. Despite the shadows created by the cloud-covered moon, Ware’s cream-colored jacket and breeches gleamed like ivory and enticed admiring perusals.

“This is not the place to discuss something as auspicious as our future,” he said, reaching up to untie his mask. He removed it, revealing a profile so noble it should have graced a coin.

“You know that will not dissuade me.”

“And you know that is why I like you so well.” His slow smile teased her. “My life is regimented and compartmentalized. Everything is orderly and firmly in its place. I know my role and I fulfill the expectations of Society exactly.”

“Except for courting me.”

“Except for courting you,” he agreed. His gloved hand found hers and held it. He adjusted his stance to hide the scandalous contact from the curious. “You are my fair princess, rescued from her turret tower by an infamous pirate. The daughter of a viscount hanged for treason and sister to a true femme fatale, a woman widely considered to have murdered two husbands before marrying one too dangerous to kill. You are my folly, my aberration, my peccadillo.”