Chapter 32: WarrickAlmost a month to the day I had proposed, I took Eira back again to Maud’s for tea.
“Are you feeling well?” Eira asked as we sat across from one another. Her enjoyment in the meal had been obvious—she’d finished her little sandwiches and had gone on to make inroads in the scones. I, on the other hand, had simply toyed with the sandwiches that had lost their appeal for me.
“As ever was,” I responded, and wondered if my jocularity sounded as forced to her as it did to me.
“I think you might need a haircut. You’re becoming a trifle shaggy.” She reached across the table to take my hand. “I worry about you, darling.” She began to play with my fingers, stroking and petting them. “Oh! Were you aware of this?”
“Was I aware of what, my dear?”
“These two fingers are exactly t
