“So you think,” she drawled. “Well? Will you?”
He nodded. “I could do it tonight, if I must. I’ve got clothes on order that Lloyd can get for me. And he’ll—”
“You’ll retire to your gentleman’s rooms tomorrow then?” she interrupted. “No need to stay here.”
His expression tightened. “I can. Although…” he said, a canny look crossing his features. “If I’m to cover the expenses of two girls now, perhaps it’ll be best that I remain here. Save some coin.”
“You’ve plenty of coin,” she retorted.
“Aye, but if I’m to save for your wedding gift, then I’ve got to be careful.”
He was teasing her. She could tell by the way he cocked his head to the side and made as if to wink, but then didn’t. She’d caught him once practicing the look in the mirror, and here it was again. Perfected, now, and damned if it didn’t work a little on her.
“You’ll have to talk to the countess about that,” she said tartly. “It makes no difference to me where you sleep, except that I’ll have to adjust the food planning. You eat more than a horse.”
He grinned at her then waved her away. “Go on then. Send Lloyd to me as it seems I must be presentable sooner rather than later.”
She sniffed and left, her belly in a knot. It had been hard enough to block him from her mind when he was sweating with fever. How was she going to forget him when he was awake and flirting? Especially when all she had to do was think of him and her lips burned with the memory of his kiss?
