The Matchmaker's Match. Jessica Nelson

face, and Lady Amelia’s barely controlled grimace, spurred Spencer to action.

      “May I borrow Lady Amelia for a moment?”

      Dudley had not recognized him. Spencer gave a terse nod. He ignored Dudley’s surprise and reached for Lady Amelia’s arm, lightly turning her toward him. “There is a family matter I wished to discuss with her.”

      Though Lord Dudley’s cheeks drooped, he gave a grudging nod. “Farewell, my bonny lady. Perhaps later this evening we might share a waltz?”