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Here was the problem with demonstrating East End ways in Mayfair: she couldn’t remember any lad who walked like St. Maur did. Nobody in the Green had the time to walk like this—a long, fluid sort of prowl that put her in mind of a hunting cat who’d had his fill to eat and now was just playing about for fun. Still, she’d set herself a task, and she would see it through. Rounding her eyes, she backed up toward the wall. “See? I’m being coy here.”

His mouth quirked. “So you are,” he said, and ran an appreciative look down her body. 

“Very good,” she said warmly. “Now you come on up and I’m going to pretend to ignore you until the very last—” But the words dropped right out of her brain as he stepped up and set a hand on the wall over her head. 

“Go on,” he said, too close for comfort. So close she could make out the strands of green and gold and gray in his eyes.

I'm Buddy Reading this on StoryGraph and I don't include rereads in my end of of year Best list, but know this scene would have made it. They're being playful with her teaching him how they flirt where she comes from and it ends up delivering on those sizzle feels. So good.