Finlay pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing. “I think ye mayhap are being a wee harsh with her. The perfect woman is always worth waiting on.”
Gil barked out a laugh and slapped his knee. “Well, if that is what ye believe, ye have found the right one for ye. Ye will spend more time waiting than actually doing whatever was planned.”
“Cousin, telling tall tales again, are ye?”
Finlay jumped up at the sound of Willamina’s voice and spun toward the door, bowing low in greeting. Their eyes met, hers glittery with mirth as she teased Gil.
Finlay let his eyes roam over Willamina. Her green gown fit her flawlessly, the color a lovely match to her skin tone. Cinched at the waist with a wide tartan ribbon. The bodice cut just low enough to tease him with the slightest swell of her breasts.
She caught him looking, and he smiled sheepishly. Not embarrassed to show her she had his full attention. His cock jerked in his trousers and he tried to ignore it. He did not need to scare her away. Though the thought of such a display scaring Willamina away seemed implausible. She did not strike him as someone to be easily frightened.
“Well, cousin, if ye are finished with insulting my character, Lord Primrose and I will take our leave. Who is to be our chaperone today?”
Finlay looked around, expecting Joan to be waiting, but she was not there.
“Joan has other obligations today,” she leaned close and whispered, a twinkle in her eye.
An annoyed look on his face, Gil stood. “I get the delight and pleasure to follow the two of ye around this afternoon.”
Willamina smiled. “Just think. Ye willna have to do so much longer. I am quite certain that all of Edinburgh is aware of our plans by now.”
“Let us hope.” He approached them, the smile on his face not quite reaching his eyes. “Shall we?”
