Chapter 6
“Tell me, my dear, how did you meet Lachlan?” Moira asked after Lachlan abruptly left dinner.
Daphne struggled to compose herself lest she betray the truth of her circumstances.
“At a private dinner party hosted by Sir Anthony Heathcoat. He was very sweet to invite me. I only knew him a little.” Daphne did her best to stick to the broad elements of the truth.
“And you love my son?” The hope in Moira’s eyes made Daphne’s heart stutter. She wanted to love Lachlan, but the man was making that more than difficult.
She swallowed hard. “I want to love him, yet I must admit, we are both still strangers in many ways.”
Moira rested one elbow on the table, her dessert plate abandoned. “You still wish to marry him then?”
Using her fork, Daphne carefully played with a bit of bread pud
