Chapter Twenty-two
“I-I don’t know what you mean,” Matthew said hesitantly, keeping his fingers crossed that this wasn’t the start of a whole new argument. Just because Isaac didn’t look pissed off didn’t mean he wasn’t.
Isaac rolled his eyes. “Don’t play dumb, brother. You know damn well what I’m talking about. If you want to go and sit with her, don’t let us stop you. Our company, wonderful as it is, can’t compare to that of a beautiful woman.”
Matthew glanced at the vicar, who was nodding and sneaking a glance at the woman in question, who’d now got her drink and was back at her table. “Hey,” he said with a grin, “if you don’t go and sit with her, I might.”
Standing abruptly, Matthew let out a sigh. “All right, all right. I’m bloody well going. Anyone would think the two of you were
