The Husband Hunt by Jillian Hunter

Author:Jillian Hunter [Hunter, Jillian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9780743417914
Google: BPpB24dKOs0C
Amazon: 141654481X
Goodreads: 572536
Publisher: Pocket
Published: 2002-10-01T07:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 13

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Knight had needed a drink to keep from ruining Olivia's party. All he could think about during that last dance was how badly he wanted to be alone with Catriona again, how it had been torture to avoid her the past few days. He felt like assaulting every young fool who flirted with her. He hadn't dreamed it would be this painful to watch other men fall under her spell, to witness the idiots he had known most of his life fight for the honor of bringing her a chair. How would he react if one of the young bucks turned her head, or touched her? To his chagrin, he felt his body tightening in anger, the mere thought of such an offense heating his blood.

He had managed to keep her in his line of vision until Arabella's husband, Anton, Baron Frampton, interrupted him.

"You're looking well, Knight. Nice of you to invite us." Knight glanced around, his expression mildly amused. "I didn't invite you. Olivia did."

Anton's plump face went pale. "You aren't going to kill me, are you?"

Knight's gaze cut across the dance floor. Where had she gone? Ah, there she was with Wendell and Lady Bennett. Safe enough from the young wolves for now. His broad shoulders relaxed.

"I say, you aren't still angry at me, are you?" Anton asked in an anxious voice.

He turned again, arching his brow. Anton looked as if his cravat were choking him to death. "Why should I be angry at you?"

Anton cheeks reddened. "Well, I married Arabella."

"Yes. So I heard. Congratulations."

"Then we're friends?" Anton's voice quavered in relief.

"Absolutely." Knight clapped him on the shoulder. "In fact, I've been meaning to talk to you about investing in a new venture. Clay—"

Some sort of commotion had arisen on the other side of the room. Catriona appeared to be in the center of it, which didn't surprise Knight in the least. But Wendell and Aunt Marigold were at her side, and Lady Bennett looked as if she were leaving in a huff. As long as it didn't involve a man, Knight wasn't particularly concerned. Catriona wouldn't be Catriona if she'd gotten through the entire evening without causing a minor uproar.

Anton tapped him on the elbow. "How much do you need?"

Knight glanced down briefly. "For what?"

"The business venture. Count me in."

"Good. What do you say we discuss it tomorrow?"

He didn't hear Anton's reply. He was too distracted by the sight of Catriona running across the dance floor, the suddenly silent assembly parting to let her through. Well, now. He stepped forward, wondering what had sparked this behavior. Where did she think she was going in such a hurry? Why had she torn her dance card from her wrist and thrown it on the floor?

He pushed Anton out of the way only to find Arabella blocking his path. "What happened?" she asked anxiously.

"I don't know. I'm going after Catriona to find out."

Arabella frowned, lifting her hand to adjust the plumes in her headdress. "I meant between you and Anton.

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