“Ladies, if you’d like to sit and rest, I’d be happy to fetch you each a glass of punch.”
“Darling boy,” Lady Fitzwater said, promptly settling in a chair beside Lady Bradwell.
His mother couldn’t hide a quick glance at his leg, but she too sat down. “Thank you, Benjamin, but don’t you wish to stay with us? Thompson should be by in a moment with another tray.”
“With all these women to gawk at, no telling how long he’ll be,” Sinclair said, already stepping away from the Trio.
He saw a clear path to the refreshment room, only thirty feet away. If he didn’t have to dodge sideways, if he could walk straight forward, his limp was slight. What a time to need his walking stick.
Twenty feet to go. A couple crossed in front of him, but they moved fast enough that he barely brushed the lady’s s
