I quickly corrected again and pulled my lips out of the wide smile and into a thin line.
James did not smile this time, but his eyes sparkled like a man that really wanted to.
He turned to the waiter and said, "The lady will have some of all the ice-cream flavours that you have available."
My eyes went huge at this. "James—" I began. I blew up my cheeks and corrected myself again. "Your Grace, that's really not—"
"James is fine." Then he turned to the waiter again, who hurriedly bowed and said, "Right away, Your Grace."
I sank back into my seat and let out a sigh, not certain I should trust myself to speak anymore. Where was my weariness of the man with nothing in his eyes? Better still, where was that man?
I looked him over for a moment and the darkness in his eyes was gone, but the
