That surprised Gillian. She’d come home from James’s house and had been put straight to bed, where she’d rested until after lunch. She had missed the drama of Jonathan St. Laurent being turned away. And after such a daring rescue?
“I think if it was me pining after her, I would kidnap her and take her to Gretna Green. Leave nothing to chance. She needs to marry that man, but for some reason she’s now set her mind against him.”
Gillian sighed. “Sean, I fear you read too many Gothic novels if you believe that is the answer to my lady’s problems.” She was going to go grow old and gray far too soon if she continued to worry about her mistress like this. But perhaps Sean had a point. If left to her own devices, she could picture Audrey coming up with no end of protests and excuses to deny him
