she and Marcus supposed to be in love？ Why wasn？t he undressing her in his elegant
Edwardian bedroom？ Why did he want to pal around with his nag of a cousin？ Why wasn？t heat
least playing footsie with her beneath the table？
She squinted at Marcus； looking for a sign； some hint of his true feelings。 A wide grin spread
across his clean…shaven face and his green eyes sparkled with merriment。 He seemed pletely
oblivious。 Just having the time of his life in the warm summer sun。 Blair sighed。 Maybe she was
being nasty and judgmental。 She glanced at Camilla。 Maybe she？d disappear soon； and she and
Marcus could have sex beneath a hare…shaped conifer。
？The time of my life；？ Blair snapped。
？I daresay I？mstarved ；？ Lord Marcus exclaimed； rolling up the sleeves on his white linen
button…down before taking a seat at the glass…topped table。 He reached for a tiny silver platter that
was laden with delicate cucumber sandwiches and popped a triangle in his mouth。
？You？re always hungry when I？m around；？ Camilla giggled。 She poked him in the belly and
sipped her martini delicately。
？Remember that time I came to visit you at Yale and we went to