Lisa considered it briefly, but finally said, “Of course I will allow it. I’d be happy to see you again tomorrow. As for what to have your cook make, surprise me, my lord. Have your cook make whatever she makes best. Something you like.”

“I know just the thing,” he assured her. “You shall love it.”

“I shall look forward to it, my lord,” she said with a laugh.

“As shall I,” Pembroke assured her and then glanced around with a frown as the music came to an end. Grimacing, he murmured, “I guess this is the end of our dance.”

“Oh,” she said with surprise and glanced around. It had seemed to go by quickly as they talked. Smiling faintly, she turned her gaze back to him and said, “Well, thank you for the dance, my lord.”

“Thank you, Miss Madison. It is always a pleasure,” he assured her.

“Yes it is.”

Lisa glanced to the side at that comment to see Lord Findlay had approached.

“My waltz, I believe,” he said with a grin, and then nodded to the other man. “Pembroke.”

“Findlay,” Lord Pembroke murmured, giving Lisa up to him. Before he left, however, he smiled at Lisa and said, “Till tomorrow.”

“Yes.” She smiled and then turned her attention to Charles as the waltz began.

“Tomorrow?” Findlay asked mildly as he swept her into the dance. “I take it Pembroke plans to call on you again?”

“It would seem so,” Lisa said with a grin. “He is bringing me sweets from his cook who he claims is the best in London.”

“I have heard that,” Findlay allowed. “I suppose this means I shall have to come as well, bearing something to top his offering.”

Lisa chuckled at the suggestion. “Surely it would have to be something special to top the best sweets in London, my lord.”

“Yes, I suppose it shall,” he acknowledged and then smiled wryly. “I shall have to consider carefully on what to bring.”

“Hmm,” she said with amusement, finding it heady that two of the most eligible, not to mention the handsomest, bachelors in town were vying for her attention thusly.

“In the meantime,” Charles murmured, steering her about the floor. “I believe there is the question of that kiss I have been trying to claim.”

“Ah yes, the kiss,” she said, lips twitching. “Well, surely you will not try to claim it here on the dance floor, my lord? That would cause quite the scandal.”

“Oh, I would never do that and risk damaging your reputation,” he assured her.

“I am glad to hear it.”

“And of course, if I wait for the quadrille and try to escort you outside for fresh air, your watchdog, Lord Langley, would be on us and no doubt drag you away again before I could do more than take you in my arms.”

“No doubt,” Lisa agreed dryly.

“Fortunately, I thought of that and made my plans accordingly.”