“Terrible,” he sighed, in utter satisfaction. “What are the odds? All men who need a dance, hardly any women alone.”

His gaze slid to the woman who had sat next to him. At first he worried she was going to interrupt his shameless indulgence of the view – but then, the ‘me too’ registered. She wished there were more women?

“There is one of the Carrington ladies,” he murmured back, sliding eyes to the woman who currently held a man politely hostage. “Olivia, not Pearl.”