Roderick did not even humor Maxim with a glance when he actually spoke. Maxim told him to fetch like a dog, and –

This beautiful woman managed to sand down every edge of Maxim’s and turn it into regard for his sister. He didn’t actually like Olivia all that much, but he loved her as a brother was obligated to.

Then she emphasized it was a charity event, and his brows creased slightly. ‘Charity’ was euphemism for publicity (or pity), but maybe she was too naive to realize that.

“You are right, ma’am,” he said. “I look forward to our dance.”

He started over toward where he had last seen Culpepper, whose name he only knew because he was one of the Queen’s own chosen Olivia … only to see she was already being given a drink by him.

Shit. If he went over, would he disturb the delicate equilibrium that might allow her to marry out of the family? He hovered an awkwardly close distance away.