She had merely been a way of escape for which he was prepared to be grateful, but not to expend much of his time or attention on her.
And yet now he was thinking of taking her home to Trenthanson Hall and that would involve her in meeting a great number of people who were an essential part of his life.
‘I ought to have thought this out more carefully,’ he told himself.
Then he was aware that Salvia was gazing at him and he suspected that again she was reading his thoughts.
“I promise,” she said before he could speak, “not to be an encumbrance. I will keep out of your way as much as possible if you want me to do so.”
“I told you not to read my thoughts,” the Viscount said. “Anyway you have translated them wrongly.”
“I have?” she quizzed him.
“I was actually thinking that I really wan
