The Bridal Quest (Matchmakers #2)

GIDEON, TOO, WAS ALREADY dressed for dining. With his shaggy dark hair and hard angular face, he looked a trifle out of place in the formal black jacket and breeches and starched white shirt, a large pigeon’s-blood ruby nestling in the snowy white folds of his cravat.

He strode toward her, and she watched him, trying to place what it was that made him look different from all the other men she knew.

Perhaps it was the sun-darkened skin that gave him a slightly piratical look…

or the shaggy cut of his thick black hair, which marked him as one who cared little about his appearance.