He was dressed with thirty minutes to spare.
Why had he even agreed to attend?
It was bad enough that Gerald had asked him about his close affiliation with his daughter just that very morning.
And now he was having tea with her in her private parlour… and with no chaperons present, of course, he mused dryly.
How odd the situations always were…
As he sat back on his chair, he glanced at the ferret which was playing with the window sill, stealing glances at him from time to time.
And that kiss…
It should never have happened. Perhaps he should propose boundaries when they meet.
He had almost responded to her advances…
What if he had not been able to summon the courage to pull away?
What would have become of the situation?
He was supposed to be the detached man who cared less about the other gender…
Then why…?
