“I thought a bit of milk would help me sleep.” She stepped to the side so he could see the saucepan.
“Oh, yes. As it happens, I’m here for that as well.”
“Milk?”
He nodded. “And for those.” He grinned bashfully and pointed at the plate of strawberry tarts nearby. “I have a sudden urge for sweets.”
She smiled back. “Me too.”
“Would you like one?”
“Do you suppose the cook will be mad if she finds them missing tomorrow?” Sabrina asked.
“If she is, we’ll blame Lonsdale and Rafe for it. Agreed?” He held out a hand.
With a laugh, she accepted and shook it. She poured more milk into the saucepan and warmed a second glass while Peregrine put two tarts on a pair of plates. They carried their milk and secret dessert out of the kitchen.
“To the library?” Peregrine suggested.
“You don’t thin
