Loving a Fearless Duchess: A Historical Regency Romance Book(8)

Nash grimaced. “Yes, I suppose I am. I don’t want to do this any more than you, but I got all dressed up, so I’m going in. Anyone want to join me? Anyone have a sister or a cousin you want to introduce to me?”

The group laughed, and Darrell said, “I wouldn’t introduce you to my sister.”

Nash closed his eyes then shook his head. “You don’t have a sister, Darrell.” He looked around at his friends. “You’re going to make me do this on my own?”

Wilson looked at Nash. “I’ll go with you. I had to put on all this fine clothing; I might as well get in there so it’s put to good use.”

Nash and Wilson started in and then made a detour to an alcove off the corridor.

“You’re building three ships?”

Nash laughed. “Yes, one of my investors is one of your investors?”

Wilson grinned. “You know how they talk. They don’t want to miss anything hot. Is it hot?”

Nash nodded. “I think it might be. But it’s too late; it’s closed to new investors. I’ll let you know when I’ve got something new your investors might like.”

“Funny, Nash. Neither one of us has trouble with getting investors. You still working two at a time?”

Nash shrugged. “That’s all I’m comfortable with. I don’t have your iron stomach. How many are you up to now, five?”

Wilson slapped Nash’s back, “Six, my boy. Six.”

“I’m not sure you have time for courting, but let’s get you in there,” Nash said.

They all made the short walk to the ballroom and stood in a group waiting for gentlemen to approach them and introduce their sisters or whatever female they were charged with accompanying.

More than his fair share of chaperones approached Nash for introductions. He danced with all comers, partly because he was at the ball to meet girls and partly because he would never turn down a request to dance and thus embarrass someone.

Nash treated all dances like subtle job interviews. Background, education level, interests, likes, dislikes. Over time, he had come up with ways to ask the questions without asking the question or initiating the process himself.

“Richard. How long has it been? How are you?” Nash said to his boyhood friend.

“I’m well, Nash. My God, you haven’t aged a bit since the last time I saw you.”

“Thank you, I think. Unless you mean I still look like a 14-year-old boy,” Nash said as his gaze fell on the girl beside Richard.

“Your Grace, may I introduce you to my cousin, Lady Claudia? Lady Claudia, the Duke of Norfolk.”

Claudia curtsied, and Nash bowed.

She was a plain looking girl with little grace to speak of, but Nash never turned down a dance partner on looks. It popped into his head that he would hope for Penelope to be treated with the same respect. Where did that come from? He hadn’t seen Penelope in a long time.

Nash and Claudia danced, finding their rhythm after a few failed attempts.

“Tell me, Lady Claudia, how are you enjoying London? Do you get the opportunity to come often?”

Claudia stared at his chest. He didn’t think it was because of the rock-hard muscular specimen that he was. He’d feel more comfortable if she looked up at him.

“It’s fine. We rented a townhouse on the east side for the season. I’m glad we’re not here permanently. I like the quiet and the calm of the country.

“In what part of England do you call home?”

“My family lives in the Lake District. Have you ever been? It’s lovely.”

This time when Nash smiled down at her, Claudia was looking at his face. She seemed very excited that she lived in the Lake District. Nash thought the Lake District was so far north of London that it wouldn’t be very different from living in the Scottish Highlands.

“I’ve never been able to push enough time aside to make the trip and do it justice.”

Claudia nodded. “Yes, it is a destination far from London.”

Nash was struggling. He didn’t want to go through his usual conversation questions with Claudia because he knew there was no point. The Lake District, ugh. But he also didn’t think she was much of a conversationalist, and Nash never leaned on his questions just to carry the banter. What to do. What to do.

“Lady Claudia. I like to play a game when I’m dancing with someone I have just met. Would you be willing to play along?”

She looked up at him with worry in her eyes, “How does it work?”

Nash put on his best smile. “I tell you something I like, and then you tell me something you like. I tell you something I dislike, and you do the same. I’ll start. I like hydrangeas. Most people would say roses. I’m not sure why roses are so popular, but I like hydrangeas. Your turn.”

Nash looked down at Claudia’s worried face. Worried? This was not a difficult game. He smiled in a friendly, encouraging way, and she smiled back. “I like the sun, especially how it feels on my face.”

Oh, he was going to give her a point for that answer. “Good one,” Nash said, trying to look as encouraging as possible.

“I’ll go next. Dislikes. Ice on stairs.” Nash thought that was an easy one to have her follow up on.

Claudia laughed and looked into Nash’s eyes. “Oh, I liked that one. Keeping with the ice theme; I’ll say thin ice on a lake. It always makes me nervous that a child or an animal could fall through the ice. No one can tell how thick it is. Looks are deceiving.”