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wandered to the window of the salon to gaze out at the street, watching the comings and goings of the ton . She felt as if she had been living in a fog, one that would not dissipate until she at least caught a glimpse of him.
    Piper moved the curtain aside to secure a better view of the activity of le beau monde. The clatter of passing hackney carriages filled the silence as she watched all the lovely women in a variety of colorful dresses being escorted by fine-looking gentlemen, nurses pushing prams with cooing babies, and rambunctious children racing towards the grass to play.
    Giggling, she felt like a child with her nose pressed eagerly against a shop window pining for a toy or sweetmeat that she had been denied. Pointlessly watching everyone go about their mundane business that is until a certain fine-looking gentleman made his way closer; sitting elegantly astride his large grey. His exquisitely molded riding coat emphasized the bulging muscles in his shoulders and arms. Tall and powerfully built, he had the sort of hard, tough physique of a farmer; not at all what one would expect from a gentleman of privilege. There was not a thing on earth that could pull her eyes from him. They strayed of their own volition to the well-defined muscles of his legs shown to great advantage from his seat atop his magnificent horse.
    He had no desire to please others, thinking very little of the opinion of the ton . It was obvious by the way he carried himself. Puffed up and arrogant, or strong-minded and unbending. Shockingly enough these traits in particular were what drew her to him. His wild, reckless nature, his wicked comings and goings secretly intrigued Piper’s more staid demeanor.
    Piper watched him, squinting to gain a better view . She couldn’t help it. Her eyes were drawn to him at her very first ball of her very first season three years ago and every occasion since.
    Straightaway her friends and acquaintance felt it their duty to inundate her with words of warnings. He was after all a roué . A profligate rake of the worst order. A libertine. A debaucher of women . She had heard it all, but none of those words of caution stopped her pulse from leaping with glee at the very sight of him. He made her feel giddy and breathless, and this afternoon was no different. Tingles of anticipation coursed down her spine the closer he came, the way the muscles in his legs bulged, the way his biceps stretched his superfine to the limits. Thoughts a properly bred, unmarried woman should not even contemplate. At this moment she wished she were anything but.
    At that moment he turned his head towards her salon window, reining his horse to a stop. The corners of his mouth curved into a roguish grin as if he had been searching all day and upon seeing her, finally found what he had been looking for all along. Even from this distance, his amber eyes looked as if they belonged to a man who found only humor in life. Not a care in the world and only wicked thoughts.
    Staring at him for a moment longer, she could feel the warmth of her blush. She knew at that moment a faint pink tinge was covering her from neck to cheek. Her body sufficed with an almost suffocating heat, she yanked her spectacles from her eyes and leaned her hot cheek against the cooling glass. Her left palm rose of its own will and pressed against the glass at the same moment his hand rose and touched the brim of his high-crown beaver in salutation; removing any doubt that his eyes were trained on her.
    Helplessness washed over her in the face of the ungovernable longing she felt. It was all more than she dared contemplate. Overwhelming. And God help her, at that moment she knew she would do almost anything to be near him. To eradicate the glass and space that separated them. She was such a ninny.
    It figures that she would be the one caught staring at the object of her infatuation, galling to say the least. It was all she could do; it wasn’t as if she had ever spoken to him.