Page 25 of Playing the Scoundrel

Emma was still trying to get her heartrate under control when Mrs. Dunn asked, “Did the two of you enjoy your time alone?”

The words were not accusatory, but Emma suddenly felt guilty, even though she had nothing to feel guilty for. “Were you sleeping on purpose?”

“Of course not. Elderly women need their rest, especially when evening entertainment interferes with regular sleeping hours.” Mrs. Dunn shrugged. “But all young people need moments alone to really get to know each other, don’t they?”

“And you’re certain I’m safe with him?” Emma raised an eyebrow.

“Well, he’s not going to make love to you right here in the middle of the public eye.”

Mortified when Mrs. Dunn’s words drew the attention from patrons leaving their seats below, Emma turned back to the door just as Mr. Godwin returned.

“Here you are.” He helped Mrs. Dunn with her heavy fur before turning to Emma. “Allow me.”

He placed the cloak over her shoulders, his hands lingering as she fastened it around her neck.

“Is the crowd half gone?” Mrs. Dunn asked. “The worst part is trying to escape the crush.”

“We can take our time if you wish, Mrs. Chrissy.”

In one swift movement, Mrs. Dunn whacked his shin with her walking cane. “What have I told you? We’re in public, young man. You show me respect, or you’ll not be invited to dinner with Miss Follett again.”

“Of course, my apologies, Mrs. Dunn.” He bowed, but Emma didn’t miss the wink he tossed in her direction.

“Come along then. Let’s get this over with.”

Mr. Godwin offered an arm to each of them before they left the box. Emma looked back into the opera house, which was quickly emptying; it seemed all the guests had filled the corridors and foyers instead, but with little movement.

“Is the snow causing a delay?” Emma asked.

“Perhaps.” Mrs. Dunn huffed in frustration. “I can’t just stand here all evening. These old bones will give out, I’m certain of it.”

“Why don’t you rest here?” Mr. Godwin led her to a chair by the wall. “Allow me to find a footman.”

“Very well. Take Miss Follett with you. She can charm someone into hurrying along.”

Emma opened her mouth to object, but instead she forced a smile, and again took Mr. Godwin’s arm as they pushed through the crowd.

“Are you prepared to charm some young innocent into getting your way?” Mr. Godwin asked in a low voice.

“Perhaps not as prepared as you.” She gave him a playful smile, but if she wanted to get her point across tonight and gain the upper hand, she might have to err on cruelty to do it.

His steps slowed as he looked down at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Godwin. I understand it’s generally accepted amongst upper class, that men are often known to dally with more than one woman at a time, especially a rake like yourself.”

Mr. Godwin’s expression changed to amazed shock, glancing around as if to ensure she wasn’t overheard. “Well, as a matter of fact, I haven’tdalliedwith anyone else since I met you.”

Emma’s heart could have exploded at such news. It felt like an immediate victory, that she’d already won such a hold on his attention, but she couldn’t let it show. Not yet.

“Is that so? How respectful of a rake. Not enough available at your beck and call?” She hoped her tone was teasing enough.

He eyed her carefully. “No, it's because I haven't wanted to.”

She swallowed hard, daring him further. “And why is that?”

Mr. Godwin looked around, then lowered his voice to a near growl. “Come with me.”

Their mission seemingly forgotten, he pressed against the oncoming crowd, back up the stairs, and into the first box he could find. Suddenly, they were very alone again, not a soul in the nearby boxes or even in the seats below. Just the two of them on a balcony with bright red drapes and velvet chairs.

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