The actions of a rogue, and yet, not.Her eyes snagged upon a verse and she fixed on those apropos words.Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boist’rous; and it pricks like thorn.Last evening, he’d positioned himself at her side, weathering the gossip as she and her sister and her former betrothed were placed on display like an exhibit at the Royal Museum. Those actions were not those of a gentleman who did not care. Nor did his insistence that he’d merely come at Chloe’s urging bear any credence. Perhaps in the immediacy of his departure but not now. Imogen set aside her book and reached for literature she abhorred before all others. She perused the scandal sheets that had cast aspersions on the heartless words Alex had flung at her last evening.A certain Lord AE publicly declared his regard for a certain Lady IM before a collection of guests gathered at a notorious club. In addition to mentioning the lady’s beauty and intelligence, the gentleman quite honorably defended…etc, etc, etc…A wistful smile played about her lips.
