Don't let it go to your head, I warned myself sternly. A man's irritation at being refused doesn't necessarily indicate deeper feelings.
But the thought of Lord MacAllister pacing his study because I'd declined his invitation was... satisfying in ways I probably shouldn't examine too closely. It suggested my choices still mattered, that I retained some small measure of power in this arrangement.
"He invited me to dinner," I said, surprising myself with the admission. "I declined."
Jamie's spoon paused halfway to his mouth. "You declined? An actual invitation from his lordship?"
"Was that... unwise?" I asked, though their expressions had already provided the answer.
Mary set down her own spoon with deliberate care, her weathered hands folding in her lap. "His lordship doesn't often ext
