An uneasiness followed her, and she could not escape it. She should be pleased with how well the day had gone. The villagers had been amazed by Lucais’s ability with the bow and arrow. His men had been proud. Parlan had been furious and did not hide it, grumbling to everyone who would listen as well as those who did not. She had noted Sir Busby’s frown, although she had had no opportunity to find out what was bothering her neighbor. “Lucais!” she gasped. She had not thought she would find him here. Unlike her, he had changed from the casual clothes he had been wearing for the competition. His evening coat, which he wore over a pale gold waistcoat, was as ebony as his hair. His white breeches matched his shirt and elegantly tied cravat. With a chuckle he turned so she could view him from every angle. “I hope I can meet your expectations.” “Where did you get these clothes?” “I received two boxes of replacement supplies. Ridiculous though it may be, one contained this evening attire.”
