Gritting his teeth, Micah smiled as the last of the guests pulled out of the courtyard. Dinner had been as excruciating as he’d anticipated, worsened by the fact that his mother had invited not one, not two, but three families with available daughters all near his age. He had been forced to sit opposite Abigail Stewart and listen to her prattle on about her recent trip to Philadelphia. Then afterward, Father had insisted he accompany Sarah Lafayette on the piano as she entertained the guests with a song.
It might not have been so bad if she could actually sing. He had been attempting all night to find favor with any one of the girls Mother thought might interest him, but each time he focused on their features, searching for a grain of desire, he saw Jefferson’s lean face.
All in all, it
