The townsfolk all nodded and murmured their agreement. Georgie had no doubt Mr. Dewey had told the story a hundred times over in the pub. It was likely embellished a bit with each telling, as well.
Lord Weir made an impatient gesture with one long-fingered hand. "A lad's imaginings and canny bits of misdirection."
Georgie had to suppress a shudder as she wondered what that strong, smooth hand would feel like caressing her skin. The church grew suddenly warmer and she pressed her knees together beneath her skirt to hide her body's totally inappropriate reaction.
His lordship shook his head. "I see you're not to be swayed. I'll match the bride-price, as has been the tradition. But I insist on the right to approve the choice of girl."
The Lord Mayor tipped his chin in acquiescence. "Very
