They were finally on their way, and they were still famished.
Nothing had been accomplished. She sighed inwardly and turned to face the window.
It was amazing how two people could share the same confined space but seem worlds apart.
Would he ever even talk to her again?
Drawing in a deep breath, she clasped her hands and said, "Forgive me for earlier, Sir Theodore, I lost hold of my tongue and said some things I should not have ever dared to say."
Silence.
He didn't even look up from his book.
"I understand if you intend to bear a grudge against me, but in the presence of my mother, please pretend otherwise."
His eyes slowly drifted from the book to her.
"You have nothing to worry about, Lady Whitmore. I am not in the habit of losing hold of my tongue without restraint." He met her gaze as he sent the barb across.
She blinked, flaming instantly.
The last thing she needed was to provoke him again.
Everetta gulped and met his gaze.
