"Get me into the game, Izzy," Cameron said when he reached Isabella at the edge of Hart's well-groomed lawn. Pairs of ladies and gentlemen waited beyond, a few gentlemen swinging mallets and rolling shoulders to show off for the ladies. Isabella turned to Cameron in surprise. "We're playing croquet." "Yes, I know what the devil it is. Give me a damned mallet." "But you hate croquet." Isabella continued to blink green eyes at him. "I don't hate it today. I want you to pair me with Mrs. Douglas." "Ah." Isabella's surprised look turned to one of interest. "Mrs. Douglas, is it?"