QUOTE : His attractions were subtle, almost self-effacing—and all the more powerful for that. Her wondering gaze traced his face. The raw bone structure, the expressive lips, the uneven line of his nose that conveyed more character than any perfect profile could. The thick eyebrows that expressed a universe of reaction with the smallest twitch. The dark eyes that saw so much. Too much. Before she could censor herself, she spoke. “You know, I meant it last night—you really are handsome. No wonder the London ladies are mad for you.” His smile was lopsided. “I doubt they want me for my pretty face.” “Then what…” Her voice faded, and heat prickled her cheeks. With a grunt of laughter, he took her hand and drew her toward the bench. “That answer’s beyond the scope of this instruction.