“He has my permission to court you,” David stated.
Clarinda’s eyes rounded. “You didn’t,” she said in shock.
David’s eyes darted to the side. “Didn’t do what?” he countered.
Struggling to respond, Clarinda said, “Show yourself to him.”
“I did indeed,” he replied, rising to his full six-foot height. “As I did to Anthony... I mean Lord Breckinridge,” he quickly corrected. Anthony hadn’t even been born when David was alive. He directed his gaze onto Dahlia. “He has my permission to court you, although he does understand it might be some time before he can expect you to spend the night with him.”
Clarinda looked as if she might faint. “Oh, dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.”
“Oh, my,” Dahlia whispered, wanting nothing more than to pummel the ghost of her father.
Danielle secretly smiled. She could hardly wait to be kidnapped.
