“Are you enjoying your stay in London so far?” Lord Findlay asked, drawing her attention back to him.

“Well, it’s definitely been interesting,” Lisa said wryly and then to keep him from questioning how, added, “although my maid and I only arrived two days ago. It is lovely to see my sisters again and get caught up on things.”

“Aye. You don’t come to town to visit them often enough I think.” When she raised her eyebrows, wondering how he knew how often she came to town, he added, “I was most disappointed when you disappeared from town after just a couple balls the year before last. And devastated that you didn’t return last year.”

Lisa found herself chuckling at the claim. While he was offering her a sad moue, it was somewhat ruined by the twitching of his lips and the fact that his eyes were twinkling with merriment. He was obviously teasing and flirting with her. It was fun. Much more fun than mooning after a reluctant Robert.

“I hardly think a handsome fellow like you suffered for lack of company,” she said lightly.

“I didn’t,” he admitted easily. “However, all the other young women seemed dull and unattractive after holding you in my arms.”

Lisa’s eyes widened slightly. If she had been feeling quite herself, she suspected she would have blushed madly at the words and got all flustered. At the moment, however, all it did was make her smile. The things he was saying could have come from one of the books she read, spoken by the hero to the heroine. They were quite lovely, not to mention flattering and charming. They made her feel beautiful and wanted. And she liked it.

“I enjoyed our dance that night as well,” she said boldly.

Lord Findlay raised one dubious eyebrow. “And here I thought you were distracted during our dance.”

Lisa laughed wryly. “I fear I was a little. There was much going on at the time, but I certainly remembered you afterward, my lord.”

“Why? Did I step on your toes?” he teased.

Lisa grinned, but shook her head. “You dance beautifully and you know it.”

“Then what made you remember me?” Findlay asked, the words almost a challenge.

“Because you are a very attractive man, my lord,” she said simply, unconcerned with meeting the challenge. She had no doubt he knew he was handsome. “You are handsome enough that it would make it hard for a girl to forget.”

“Really?” he asked with interest. “You find me attractive?”

“Oh very,” she assured him with amusement, and then added, “So much so that I deliberately kept a dance free for you in case you were here tonight.”