From somewhere behind her, a familiar voice said, “Sinclair.” Sinclair nodded his greeting to the man her heart wanted above all others.
“Camden,” Sinclair returned, still holding Elise’s free hand.
Turning to Elise, Michael said, “I’ve been asked, by your brother, to look in on your well-being. Are you having a good time, my lady?”
Elise could hardly breathe. How could he expect an answer from her? Withdrawing her hand from Sinclair’s grasp, she smiled up at Michael. “Of course, I am. Tell His Grace he needn’t worry.”
“He’ll be greatly relieved.” Michael continued to stand guard over Elise, causing Sinclair to shift nervously in his midst.
When Beverly and her dance partner returned, Sir Terrence greeted Michael and left to get the ladies some punch. Sinclair remained at Elise’s righ
