He growled. “Ye wouldna dare.”
“Oh?” Her brow raised in challenge. “Do ye no’ think so?”
“Ye naughty minx. Ye tease me so. Whatever shall I do with ye?”
“I know naught. But ye will have plenty of time to think of such things once we are wed.”
He groaned. Aloud. He could not help it. The things she was doing to him that she did not even realize.
By the time they were wed, his body would be wound so tight, he doubted it would ever unfurl.
Willamina looked at him, innocence dripping from her beautiful face and he knew she was well aware the reaction she elicited from him. And by the look of her face, she was quite proud of herself at that.
While they waited by the carriage for Gil to catch up to them, Finlay did not trust himself to speak. The thoughts that had overtaken his mind were far from proper. And for what he knew would not be the last time, he asked himself if he really knew what he was doing.
The truth was, he did not. Having Willamina live in his house, in such close proximity, and not be able to touch her? He was signing himself up for some self-torture. He only hoped he would survive such a feat.
“Ye look deep in thought. Is something weighing on your mind?” Willamina asked, her hand lightly resting on his arm.
He shook his head. “Nay. ’Tis naught.”
Gil clapped him on the back as he finally joined them. “Are ye ready to return home, cousin?” He asked Willamina.
“Aye. Lord Primrose has invited us over to dinner tonight.”
“Has he?”
“Actually, I asked Willamina to dinner, but I also extended the invitation to whoever else would like to join—or need to join as her chaperone.”
“I am sure we will both attend. I thank ye for the invite.”
Finlay nodded. “I thought we could discuss plans for the wedding.”
Gil studied Willamina’s reaction, and when she nodded her approval, he agreed. “What time shall we arrive?”
