"Goodness, I believe you've just called me a carefree scatterbrain" "I did nae such thing," he snorted. "I'm gravely insulted."
"The devil y'are"
She humphed. "Well, it was certainly a golden opportunity to say so."
He burst out laughing, loud enough that a few heads turned their way. One fellow who'd been walking around with plate in hand—Neville didn't possess two hundred chairs either, so not everyone could sit down to eat—sauntered over to them. Sabrina could almost feel Duncan stiffening and was quite annoyed that her effort to amuse him had just gone to waste.
"So here you are, and who is this?" the fellow asked. "Don't believe we've met."
He was looking to Duncan to make the introduction, but the Highlander was suddenly blushing, and Sabrina realized, belatedly, that she'd never given him her full name. Before Duncan had to admit that and be even more embarrassed, she supplied, "Sabrina Lambert."
The fellow was surprised at first, but then seemed quite delighted. "The walking ghost? This is a pleasure. I was quite disappointed to have missed you in London recently. Truly wanted to meet the young lady who had everyone showing what bloody fools they are."
She smiled, realizing that she was actually meeting someone who didn't believe the rumors about her. "And you would be?"
"Raphael Locke, most definitely at your service." "And most definitely intruding," Duncan added.
Raphael wasn't insulted, seemed instead to have expected just such a remark. "Oh, come now, old chap, you don't think you can monopolize the most interesting lady here, do you?"
"Should you no' be chaperoning your sister?" Duncan reminded him pointedly.
Raphael looked appalled. "The dear chit is surrounded by a gaggle of giggling friends. God forbid I get anywhere near them. Do have a heart. Besides, you should brave that bunch. You're the one shopping for a bride, after all, not I. How can you make a proper decision if you don't mingle?"
"Perhaps I've already made a decision."
"Never say so! My sister will be sooo disappointed."
"Your sister will be relieved."
"You're going to ask for her then?"
"Bedamned, go away , mon."
Raphael chuckled, apparently satisfied that he'd annoyed Duncan enough—for now—but he did part with, "Very well, I shall go in search of that old Scotsman who claims to be another grandfather of yours. Very amusing, what he has to say about you, and I just love good ammunition, don't you know."
It took quite a while for the color to leave Duncan's cheeks after Raphael Locke left them. Sabrina might have been able to put him at ease sooner, but then again, she might have made his annoyance worse, the roots being in male rivalry, which was beyond her comprehension. Besides, she was having a
real hard time with the realization that she just might have been the bone of contention they'd just fought over.
In the end she decided she'd imagined it, and by then Duncan had calmed down enough to ask her, "Have you heard o' him prior tae just meeting him?"
"No, should I have?"
He shrugged, saying, "Auld Neville is delighted he's here. A duke's son, he is, apparently." She smiled. "That would make his sister a fine catch for you then."
"D'you think so? She seems a bit scatterbrained tae me, and aye, this time I said it. E'en her brother agrees, but I just might marry her tae spite him."
"Oh my, you really don't like him, do you?"
"Och, nay, how can you think so, when m'fist is so eager tae get more friendly with his face?"
Chapter Twenty
Sabrina was enjoying herself too much to have realized any sooner that the reason for it was that Duncan hadn't left her side. He had even eaten with her, finding them a couple of empty chairs in the music room to take their plates to. And afterward they had joined a game of cards where she had found it necessary to teach him how to play it as they went along, without letting the other two players be aware of it. Now, that had been hilarious. She hadn't laughed so much herself in a very long time.
When it did finally occur to her that as the guest of honor at the party, or at least the very reason they were even having a party, he should be dividing his time more equally among the guests, she didn't point that out to him as she should have. She was having a bout of selfishness and fully acknowledged it. And she decided that as long as she recognized it for what it was, and didn't try to delude herself, she could indulge it just this once.
Nor did she try to delude herself about why he was staying near her. He had laughed too much during the evening for her to think other than that he'd simply enjoyed her company. There was nothing romantic about it. She made him laugh. She was fun to be around.
It had been an enchanting night for her, though, the stuff of fanciful dreams. But all dreams must come to an end, and her one night at Summers Glade did as well.
When she saw her aunt looking for her, with their coats over her arm, she turned to Duncan and told him, "I must be going."
He didn't protest because he fully expected her to be there every day for the duration, and said as much. "I'll see you in the morning, then."
"No, actually, you won't."
She sighed, really regretting what she needed to tell him. He was already starting to frown, but she'd put this off all evening and couldn't any longer. It was a shame, though, it really was, that this wonderful night, for her at least, had to end like this.
"When you invited me here, well, in my original surprise I completely overlooked the fact that my aunts and I have a houseguest ourselves just now. I shouldn't even have come tonight. It's not as if I was committed before our guest showed up, and she does know that. So I can't be rude and desert her a second time."
"You didna want tae come."
She smiled at his mistaken conclusion, which was so completely illogical that she was sure even he knew it, and told him, "Nonsense. I've enjoyed myself tonight. I really would like to come again, and perhaps if our guest leaves before your house party ends, then I can—"
"Bring her along," he cut in.
"Ah, Duncan, shouldn't you ask who my guest is, before you make an offer like that?" "As long as it isna Ophelia—"
He didn't continue. Her expression, which told him clearly that it was Ophelia, had him really scowling now.
He was practically growling when he got around to adding, "Bedamned, what is she doing staying wi' you?"
That, at least, was easy enough to explain. "Taking advantage of the same courtesy her family extended to mine when we were recently in London."
"And running her errands, was that part o' the same courtesy?" he asked.
"No, that was settling all debts," she said, still smiling despite his testy tone. "She befriended me, Duncan, and made my first trip to London much easier than it would otherwise have been. I couldn't very well refuse her one request, even though I didn't want to do it, when I felt so obliged to her. But now I feel that debt has been paid."
"Then ignore that she's there, or leave her wi' your other aunt again, as you did t'night"
She shook her head at him. "Do you really see me being that rude to someone?"
He said nothing for a long moment, then he sighed. "Nae, I ken you wouldna do that. And I'll let you go afore you're thinking I'm a spoiled lad, wi' the way I keep behaving when I dinna get my way."
"I wouldn't think that." She grinned at him. "A Highland barbarian perhaps—"
"Begone wi' you," he shot back, but he was grinning now, too.
"Perhaps I'll see you on one of my walks again," she offered in parting.
"Aye, and perhaps you'll be getting rid o' unwanted guests sooner than later."
He walked her and her aunt to the door, and stood there a moment with the butler as they got into the waiting coach, long enough for the butler to take note of it and remark, "A nice girl, our Miss Sabrina."