“What are you thinking about?” Isobel asked the following night, tilting her chin up to look at her quiet mate.
James kept stroking his fingers through her hair while he answered her, a small smile playing on his lips. “I was thinking about how weird it will be for us to be sneaking around like this in your brother’s house.”
Isobel chuckled softly. “Strictly speaking, that’s not much worse than us sneaking around in my father’s house,” she pointed out.
“There’s a big difference,” James argued. “I actually respect and like your brother.”
She grinned at that. “Charles also knows about us. We don’t need to sneak around behind his back.”
James winced. “Yes, I’m sure your brother will love knowing that I’m visiting you at night,” he said drily.
Isobel slapped his naked chest playfull
