“Myself, I’m rather looking forward to being vexed,” Christopher Huddleston replied. “Can’t think of a more beautiful creature to have vexing me.”
“Sounds to me like you’re in love, Huddleston,” Michael teased.
“I’ll admit, it’s quite possible. I can’t think of a feeling that compares. It’s almost like drowning, but happily. No, willingly.”
“Well, I can safely say, I don’t have those emotions,” Michael said. “I’ve known Elise far too long to melt like butter to her hot knife.”
Ren choked back a laugh. “Refills, gentlemen? I certainly could use another and God knows how long they’re going to keep us here.”
“That won’t be necessary, brother.” Michael swung his gaze toward the doorway and watched Elise and her friend enter, followed by Lady Sewell, the Ladies’ chaperon for the evening.
