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He’d spoken with her, and it wasn’t enough He wanted a dance

He’d had his dance, and noanted one arden for a kiss Just one more--

"Lord Tristan"

At the sound of Lord Ja on his cheroot, dropped it to the ground as he exhaled, and snuffed out the sparks with his boot He turned to find four fair-haired gents blocking his way "Ah, Lord Blackwood’s sons, I take it"

"You are never to go near our sister again," Jameson said

"Your sister strikes me as a lady with a mind of her own If the words come from her, I’ll heed them From you, no, m’lord"

"How do you know our sister?" one of the others asked He appeared to be the youngest A year, entleman know any lady?"

"The probleentleman," Jah London’s ladies two years ago Our sister will not succue of his tongue like sohter forced to walk the plank in shark-infested waters Those words would earn hients who stood before hier Anne and he wasn’t quite done with her yet Of course, neither was he done taunting Lord Jameson He had decided that he didn’t nify that this man was Anne’s brother

"Lady Hermione didn’t succuh they were in shadows, enough light filtered in fronite Jameson’s eyes He’d noticed the way the man looked at Lady Heruessed correctly at soht lie beneath the man’s animosity toward him You’re welcome to her, old man

"Why the devil would I care about that?" Jameson asked

"Because you fancy her,Stay clear of our sister or you’ll know the weight of our fists" Theback into the ballroom