Jason Connington, with his irreverent smirk firmly in place, watched as Joane's face turned a shade of red that rivaled the roses in the garden. His laughter was a rich, melodic sound as he addressed Joane's stunned expression. "Oh, Joane, it seems your busy schedule won't allow you to continue imparting your archery wisdom to dear Adelita."
Joane's eyebrow arched with a mix of amusement and suspicion. "And why, pray tell, is that, Jason?"
Jason's grin was unabashed as he leaned casually against a nearby tree, his eyes dancing with mirth. "Well, you see, behind that rather majestic pine tree in the northern corner, there happens to be a certain little lord Caswell who seems to be waiting for a certain someone."
Joane's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. The subtl
