"Don't let her out of your sight until Nathan shows up to take over," Jimbo ordered for the fifth time.
Sara drew everyone's attention when she started down the steps. Jimbo let out a low whistle. "Nathan's going to see red when he gets a look at our Sara."
Both Jade and Caine agreed. Sara looked magnificent. Her hair was unbound, and the soft curls swayed about her shoulders with each step she took.
The virginal-colored dress was extremely low-cut and ended in a deep V between her breasts. It was the most provocative gown Caine had ever seen. He remembered it, too. "I thought I tore that thing when I helped you get undressed," he whispered.
His wife blushed. "You were in a hurry, but you didn't tear it."
"Nathan's going to," Caine whispered back.
"Then you think my brother will like it?"
"Hell, no, he won't like it," Caine predicted.
"Good."
"Jade, sweet, I'm not so certain this is such a good idea. Every man at the ball is going to be lusting after Sara. Nathan's going to have a fit."
"Yes."
Sara reached the foyer and made a curtsy to her audience.
"You needn't be so formal with us," Caine said.
Sara smiled. "I wasn't," she said. "I was just making certain I wouldn't fall out of this dress when I do have to curtsy."
"What about when your husband has his hands around your neck and he's strangling you?" Jimbo asked. "Will the gown prove sturdy enough, do you suppose?"
"I'm going to find her a cloak," Caine said.
"Nonsense," Jade argued. "It's too warm for a cloak."
The argument continued even after they were on their way.
The duke and duchess of Farnmount lived a scant mile outside of London proper. Their home was gigantic in diameter, with impressive manicured lawns circling the terraces. Hired servants held torches along the side of the road, lighting the way.
"Rumor has it that the prince has tried to buy Farnmount's residence," Caine said. "He won't give it up, of course."
"Yes," Jade agreed, though she was barely paying attention to her husband's remarks. She was watching Sara. "You look flushed to me," she said. "Are you feeling well?"
"She's fine," Caine said.
Sara wasn't fine, though. Her mind raced with her worries. "The Winchesters will be there tonight," she suddenly blurted out. "None of the men would dare offend the duke and duchess. I don't understand, though, why this is the only affair the St. James family attends."
Caine grinned. "It's the only affair they're invited to attend," he explained.
"I worry about Nathan," Sara suddenly blurted out.
"Jimbo, I wish you could come inside, too. Caine may need your assistance watching out for my husband."
"The boy will be all right," Jimbo answered. He patted Sara's hand. "Quit your fretting."
No one said another word until the carriage drew to a stop in front of the mansion. Jimbo jumped down, then turned to assist Sara. "I'll be standing right beside this carriage. When you've had enough, just step outside the front door, and I'll spot you."
"She'll stay with us until Nathan arrives," Caine said.
Sara nodded. She took a deep breath, lifted the hem of her skirt, and went up the steps.
The ballroom was located on the top level of the four-story structure. The stairway leading up was a blaze of candles and fresh flowers.
A butler stood next to the entrance to the ballroom. There were three steps leading down to the dance area. Caine handed his invitation to the servant, then waited until the bell was dutifully rung. It was a signal to the other guests crowding the floor. Few paid attention, other than to give a quick look up toward the entrance, for a waltz was in progress, and they were busy concentrating on their footwork.
"The earl of Cainewood and his wife, Lady Jade," the butler announced in a loud, booming voice.
It was Sara's turn next. She handed the man the invitation Caine had given her, then stood by his side until the introduction was made.
"Lady Sara St. James."
He might as well have shouted fire. The announcement had just the same force. A low murmur began in the middle of the crowd, and by the time everyone had added their whisper the sound had increased to earthquake proportions.
One couple actually bumped into another as the man and woman strained to get a better look at Sara.
She held her head high and stared down at the crowd. She prayed she looked composed. Then Caine took hold of her hand. Jade moved to Sara's other side and took hold of her other hand.
"Sara, dear, have you noticed that the Winchesters are all squeezed up together on the right side of the ballroom, and the St. James are all on the left? One might be led to conclude that the two families don't get along."
Jade had made those remarks. Sara broke into a smile. Her sister-in-law had sounded so perplexed. "Rumor has it they don't particularly like each other," Sara teased back.
"I think we'll take up the middle so as not to show partiality," Caine announced as he led the ladies down the steps.
"Nathan isn't here yet, is he?" Jade asked. "Sara, do keep smiling. Everyone's gawking at you. It's the dress, I imagine. You look positively stunning tonight."
The next hour was a trial. Sara's father was in attendance. He made quite a show of giving his daughter the cut direct. When she looked over to the Winchester side of the ballroom the guests turned their backs on her.
Everyone noticed the slight, of course. Caine was furious on Sara's behalf until he looked at her face and saw that she was smiling. He relaxed then.
Dunnford St. James hadn't missed the cut, either. The leader of the St. James clan let out a loud snort, then strolled over to speak to his nephew's wife.
Dunnford was a large, square-framed man with far more muscle than fat. His hair was gray, thinning, and cut as short as a squire's in olden days. He had a full beard, broad shoulders, and looked ill at ease in his formal black attire and crooked starched cravat.
Caine thought he was prettier than his wife.
"What do we have here?" he bellowed when he stopped directly in front of Sara. "This be Nathan's woman?"
"You know perfectly well who she is," Caine answered. "Lady Sara, have you met Dunnford St. James?"
Sara made a formal curtsy. "It is a pleasure to meet you," she said.
Dunnford looked bewildered. "Are you jesting with me?"
Now she looked confused. "I beg your pardon?"
"She has manners, Dunnford. Surprising in a St. James, isn't it?"
A sparkle entered the older man's eyes. "She just became a St. James. She'll have to prove herself before I'll welcome her."
Sara took a step toward Dunnford. That surprised him more than the curtsy had. He was used to having women back away from him. They never smiled, either. This one, he concluded bleakly, was different.
"How shall I prove myself to you?" Sara asked. "Should I shoot one of your brothers to gain your approval, do you suppose?"
She was jesting. He took her suggestion to heart. "Well, now, I suppose it would depend upon which brother you shot. Tom's always a good choice."
"For God's sake, Dunnford, Sara was teasing you."
Dunnford grunted. "Then why'd she offer?"
Caine shook his head. "It was a jest in reference to the time you shot your brother," he explained.
Dunnford rubbed his beard. His grin was devilish. "So you heard about that little misunderstanding, did you? Tom doesn't hold a grudge," he added. "Pity, that. A good feud livens up a family."
Before anyone could remark upon that outrageous remark Dunnford let out a low growl. "Where's your husband? I'm wanting a word with him."