She grinned up at him. “There’s no ‘think’ about it. That was a glorious display of jealousy and you know it. So why don’t we just continue to watch from the sidelines, and if they attempt tokilleach other, then it would be appropriate for you to become involved.”
“And what if the lady attempts to kill one of them?” Devlin asked dryly.
“What?!”
Megan swung back toward the window to see that the parasol that Kimberly had had attached to her wrist instead of a riding crop was now quite bent over Lachlan’s head. Completely ruined, of course—the parasol, that is. Lachlan’s head would likely survive.
“Oh, now that was really too bad of her,” Megan said in disappointment.
“I’m sure he feels the same,” Devlin replied smugly, but ended with a chuckle.
“This isn’t funny. She should have been impressed and flattered.”
“Why, if she doesn’t like the chap?”
“Ohhhh! You’re just never going to see this my way, are you?”
“Hardly, when it’smyfist that aches to be planted inhisface.”
“Do continue to restrain that urge, will you?”
After several heated words passed between the couple that was still standing, Lachlan marched off, and Kimberly bent to do some ohhhing and ahhhing over Howard, or so Megan assumed. It was too bad she and Devlin were so far away and behind a closed window. She was dying to know what had just been said down there, but she supposed she’d have to wait until Abagail and Hilary got around to repeating the entire story. Actually, knowing them, that shouldn’t take any longer than the first person they ran into.
22
“Ithink it’s sooooo romantic.”
“But I thought Lady Kimberly and the marquis were all but engaged.”
“Apparently not, or—”
“Well, I heard—”
“Barbaric, if you ask me—”
“Scotsmen usually are—”
“Now I take exception to that, indeed I do. M’father’s cousin hails from the Highlands. They play golf, don’t you know. Highly civilized, that.”
“I meant breaking her parasol over his head. Waste of a good parasol.”
“Well, I heard that—”
“Thought that was rather funny, m’self.”
“You would, Abagail. You’ve broken four or five over your Elbert’s head, haven’t you?”
“Only two, m’dear.”
“Well, I heard that he—!”
“Good God, Mabel, you don’t have to shout.Whatdid you hear?”
A low voice mumbled, “Well, now I forget.”
A chuckle. “Actually, I have it on good authority that she’s already turned him down three times.”
“Who? The marquis?”
