Chapter Twelve
~April 9~
“James!” Mr. Holton’s sharp voice pulled Jamie from his daydreaming the following afternoon. He’d just finished a mid-day repast and had allowed his mind to wander where it would go—most recently that had been inevitably to Lady Margaret.
“Yes, sir?” Jamie asked, looking up at the man glowering at him from across the table. He had not been happy with the duchess’s acceptance of Jamie’s extra activities.
“I want you on the front door, now! The duchess is at-home to callers this afternoon and will be receiving guests in the formal drawing room on the ground floor, is that clear? My leg is paining me,” he added so softly James almost missed it. James had heard the man had had a bad break of his leg, which had never healed properly. It was why he didn’t tend to the
