“Five.”
“Three, my lord, and not a second more.”
“Oh, for the love of God,” Aaron burst out in exasperation. “Four, it is. And to compensate, we shall cut one night in Edinburgh. Is that acceptable to you both?”
Liam nodded. He doubted he would need that long. Lady Clara had told him a great deal in this last exchange. She’d shown that she’d been hurt badly in the past and had fought for her independence in London. No doubt it had been a terrible time for her, but despite all that pain, she was sorely tempted by a game.
That made her fun as he was a man who also enjoyed contests. Not the silly ones about who could throw a tree farther, but the ones that involved money and status. He played the deep games that gambled with the survival of his entire clan. And it pleased him that she brightened when things were framed as a game between the two of them.
“I will agree to that,” she said.
“As do I,” he echoed.
Aaron rolled his eyes. “You two make my head hurt.”
“I think I have never been so entertained in my life,” quipped Miss Rees.
