“Lady Precious Grey, this is James McSwain, the man I told you who is helping me.”
“Actually, it’s just Jimmy,” he said. “A pleasure, ma’am.”
“Oh, how I detest that phrase. I might be a lady, but I’m no dowager.”
Jimmy bowed. “My apologies. A lovely lady like you deserves only the highest respect.”
Then dropping the haughty tone, Lady Precious said to Serena, “Where do you find them?”
Serena touched her arm and laughed. “Oh no, it’s not like that with Jimmy.”
“Too bad,” Lady Precious said. “A night with me, he’d remember to his grave.”
It was Jimmy’s turn to blush. It was one thing to have women hit on him. It happened, but to have an elegant lady draped in silver and diamond brooches, who could have been his mother or, worse, given Grandmother Hester a run for her money was quite a
