The hot porridge, sticky bun, and heavenly cup of chocolate melted in her mouth. In her greed, she choked on a warm bite of the honey-sweetened bun when the older woman aired her thoughts. “Aye, so ya waited until tha babe had brought me low and ya let’ im have his way wit ya.” Kathleen halted any reply with a quelling hand, and a shake of her head. “No use denying it, lass. You’ve a glow dat would send St. Mary to tha gallows.” Eden forced the morsel down the wrong leg of her throat, just to be able to breath again. “What ‘ave ya ta say for yourself, then?” With a churlish sigh, she sat the tray aside and stood to face the stanch chaperon whom she’d come to regard as more of a friend. Nevertheless, she needed to set the Scotswoman straight about the previous evening’s activities. She was, after all, a grown woman, responsible for herself and her own small fortune…though admittedly she’d neglected both dreadfully. “I don’t know that there is anything to say…or do for that matter.
