The garden on this side was similar to the other half, except the reflecting pool was rectangular and had a large statue of Aphrodite in the center. She rose from the water as in the myth, a shell behind her feet.

“Our waltz should be soon,” Lord Gregory said as they began a circuit of the reflecting pool. The lantern light danced across the water.

Fiona saw no reason to prolong the inevitable. “You may not want to dance with me after I tell you something.”

“Well, that sounds ominous.” He stopped, turning toward her. They stood on the other side of the pool from the club.

She looked up into his warm brown eyes and felt a pang of guilt. But why should she feel guilty? She genuinely liked him, and if Tobias hadn’t fallen in love with her or she with him, Lord Gregory would be a wonderfully acceptable husband.

Acceptable did not inspire emotion. So yes, she would feel guilty.

“You are a lovely gentleman, and I’ve enjoyed our time together very much. However, I find that my heart is engaged elsewhere.”

He blinked. “I rather thought we suited.” It wasn’t a declaration of love, and she now realized she wouldn’t have been able to settle for anything less than that.

“We would have, most likely. However, I am in love with someone who makes me feel as though the world is at my feet. I want for you to make someone feel that way too.”

“But it isn’t you.” A sad smile flitted across his lips. “I admit I’m disappointed, but I must also confess that I am not in love with you either. Though I expect it was only a matter of time until that happened,” he added softly.

Fiona felt terrible. “You’re incredibly kind.”

“This other gentleman loves you in return?”

“Yes. You deserve the same.”

They continued walking around the pool. As they neared the house, a footman rushed to greet them. “My lord, a message was delivered for you requesting that you return to your father’s house at once.”

Fiona felt Lord Gregory tense and withdrew her hand from his arm. “Is everything all right?” The question was for the footman, but she looked at Lord Gregory.

“Did the missive say anything else?” Lord Gregory’s brow creased. He was clearly surprised and concerned by the summons.

“I’m afraid not.” The footman bowed, then retreated to the house.

Lord Gregory turned to her. “Forgive me, I must go. Not that we were still going to waltz.” His mouth curled into a half smile.

She touched his sleeve. “I would have been honored to waltz with you. I will pray that everything is well at your father’s house.”

“Thank you. Good night, Miss Wingate.” He turned and went into the ballroom.

Fiona started forward as Mrs. Renshaw came out to intercept her. “Good evening, Miss Wingate. I see the footman found Lord Gregory. I received the message for him. I do hope there is nothing too troublesome.”