It's damned fine to have you back, Clyvedon, Anthony said, once they'd settled in at their table at White's. Oh, but I suppose you'll insist I call you Hastings now.
Thank you, she said hesitantly, taking them into her arms. They’re lovely. She leaned down to sniff them, sighing with pleasure at the thick scent. Glancing back up, she added, It was very thoughtful of you to think of Mary and me.He nodded graciously. It was my pleasure. I must confess, a suitor for my sister’s hand once did the same for my mother, and I don’t believe I’ve ever seen her more delighted.
Your mother or your sister?He smiled at her pert question. Both.And what happened to this suitor? Kate asked.
Anthony’s grin turned devilish in the extreme. He married my sister.HmmPh. Don’t think history is likely to repeat itself. But— Kate coughed, not particularly wanting to be honest with him but quite incapable of doing anything otherwise. But the flowers are truly lovely, and—and it was a lovely gesture on your part. She swallowed. This wasn’t easy for her. And I do appreciate them.
He leaned forward slightly, his dark eyes positively melting. A kind sentence, he mused. And directed at me, no less. There now, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?
Kate went from bending lovingly over the flowers to standing uncomfortably straight in an instant. You do seem to have a knack for saying the exact wrong thing.Simon leaned back, crossing his long, muscular legs at the ankles. An intriguing remark.
Anthony raised a brow. One that you're certain I'll explain?I ought to let you learn for yourself, but then, I've never been a cruel man.
Simon chuckled. This coming from the man who dunked my head in a chamber pot?Anthony waved his hand dismissively. I was young.