Eamon could hear the embarrassment in her voice, even if he couldn't see her cheeks turn pink. He said nothing, waiting for her to continue, and she did.
“Well, I’ve not heard that you killed anyone,” Eamon jested, “so it must be that ye’re slaying all the lads dead with your beauty.”
Lady Charlotte coughed softly, to cover up a laugh. “No, Mr. Gowrey, I’m afraid not,” she said. Lowering her voice as though sharing a secret, she added, “It was a far more painful experience.”
He’d meant to compliment the lady, and now he’d gone and made her think of an agonizing memory. He wanted to punch the silly boy who’d broken her heart. “Ah, lass… I’m sorry ye had yer heart broken.”
She removed her hand from his arm and stopped walking. “Oh, I didn’t have my heart broken, Mr. Gowrey. And, I’m sorr
