Chapter 2
Brodie rejoined his friend Rafe to watch the dancers swirl around the assembly room. “What the devil was that about?” Rafe asked.
Brodie tried not to scowl. He’d been in a good mood until a moment ago. Surely he wasn’t that off his usual seduction methods, was he? He usually got slapped after a kiss, not before. His cheek stung faintly, but it was a strong reminder that English ladies weren’t nearly so easily charmed as the ladies in Scotland. They clearly expected more to result from a bit of fun.
“The wee lass who introduced herself. She wanted to speak to me.”
Rafe shot Brodie a sardonic grin. “Did she have anything interesting to say?”
“She wanted me to marry her.” Brodie smiled ruefully. “Damned innocent creature.”
Rafe’s laugh held a hint of darkness. “Brodie, my frie
