“That’s what we’re here for,” he said, sharply, hand remaining outward. “I take it you’ve not been to one of these before.”

He did not notice the carefully watching eyes, for who mattered but a Carrington and some woman?

“It’s not like anyone else wants to dance with you.”

It was just then that some other man butted in, disproving him in an instant. Roderick sneered but stepped back, because this working sod looked ripped.