Chapter Eleven
“We were just, um…” Jamie started.
“Alone in the attic,” Michael said. “I don’t imagine the duchess or Mr. Holton knows about this, do they?”
“There was nothing untoward,” Lady Margaret started with a lift of her chin.
“Of course not, my lady,” Michael said, bowing to her slightly. The look in his eyes, however, said otherwise. Jamie was tempted to blacken one of those eyes, but he was certain it would shock Lady Margaret, and it would certainly do nothing for their cause.
He bit his tongue but remembered the sketch still in his hand. “It truly was nothing. I was sketching.” He showed the drawing to the other footman.
He glanced at it and then said with a sly grin, “I’m sure you won’t show me the other sketches you made.”
“How dare you!” Lady Margaret said, her eyes f
