Gorgeous, green eyes filled with pleasant curiosity and the right amount of sparkle stared at him when she stopped a few feet away, smiled, and laid both gloves into her basket. There was a wholesome, innocent flush to her cheeks that drew him immediately.
Marlena stared at the duke. No English duke should have hair that dark or eyes that penetrating. He looked more like the paintings she'd seen of dangerous pirates who captained their marauding ships on the high seas than the true highborn aristocrat she knew him to be.
