There were soft gasps and one muffled laugh from a lady too quick to catch herself.
Another woman leaned forward subtly, her eyes on Nathan like he was art, more valuable than the Count's collection.
He turned to me then, eyes warming just slightly. "I do hope I didn't embarrass you that day, Adrianna. If I had known passing out would become high society's newest fascination, I'd have done it more poetically."
I shook my head, lips threatening to curve. "Next time, I'll make sure there's a hand fan dramatically being waved into your passed-out face."
"Only if you'll be the one holding it," he replied, almost under his breath. But not quietly enough to miss the fluttering sigh of one of the Count's daughters behind us.
Megan, who was our silent companion, coughed loudly.
The Baron, now red with either embarrassment or restrained insult, gave a forced chuckle. "Just concern, Sir Nathan. We all worry when a knight's health fails him."
