Chapter Eight
“But…” she started, now looking adorably confused.
“That’s rather odd. It’s just a sketch,” the duke started.
“You could do another for yourself,” the duchess said, agreeing with her husband.
Jamie shook his head. “It wouldn’t be the same. I would never be able to capture that exact expression.”
“Have you ever seen me with that expression?” Lady Margaret asked curiously.
Jamie could only smile. “I honestly don’t know, but that’s how you look in my imagination.”
“Well, you clearly are very creative,” she said with a little laugh.
“If you won’t sell her the sketch, would you be willing to paint a portrait of her? I’m assuming you paint as well as you sketch?” the duke asked.
“I do. I can show you some of my paintings, if you’d like,” Jamie said, becoming rather excited
