Sage had finally warmed up after his second cup of tea, but that did not keep him from feeling his ears go pink when Conrad placed a hand on his arm.
Cyril appeared to reflect on her observation, stroking his chin.
“It seems most everyone at this table can offer some level of appreciation to our hosts for our romantic successes.”
They all sat in silence as they worked through the various connections.
After a pause, Harriet raised her teacup as though it were a wine glass.
“To Roger and Wyndham,” she said proudly.
The rest of the party scrambled to lift their own cups.Knowing he would be the only one left out if he did not participate, Sage lifted his cup, as well.
“To Roger and Wyndham,” they chorused.
Roger covered his cheeks with his hands, grinning widely and quite obviously embarrassed by the attention, as Wyndham put an arm around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his temple.Sage could read his lips well enough to watch him murmur an ‘I love you’into Roger’s ear.To his surprise, Sage felt a faint grin tug at one corner of his lips at the tenderness of it.
“Perhaps we can claim a small amount of recognition for it,” Roger said.“But we are no great matchmakers.There is much to be said for compatibility, as you all know.”
Wyndham and Sage locked eyes across the table.
Unknowingly, Conrad had revealed far more than what he understood in the study the night before.Sage could hardly attest to understanding it himself, but if anyone could, it was the man staring at him.
Was the incident at the lake a result of his magic responding to his compatibility with Conrad?It would explain the fierceness of it that he had never felt before.
As their meal ended, Sage supposed he was going to find out.
