Judith McNaught

his shoulder propped against the window frame,

Jordan drawled sarcastically.

Casting a brief, furtive look about her, she straightened the bodice of her dress and smoothed her heavy dark hair into some semblance of order.

Mild cynicism marred the youthful handsomeness of his lean features as Jordan watched

his current paramour,

She nodded, uneasy under the relentless gaze of those cool grey eyes. "

Lazily he reached out and tipped her chin up, studying her face with eyes too hard, too knowledgeable for his years.

the tragic note in her voice, humor softened his features and his firm, sensual lips quirked in a derisive smile. "Poor little Catherine," he said dryly, reaching out and brushing his knuckles against her cheek. "What a miserable lot you women have.

scintillating feminine gossip, an

impelled women toward him. Jorda