He stood as she came into the room and hurried around to pull a chair out for her. “Thank you.” She tried not to look into his face as she gingerly sat down. He returned to his seat opposite her and grimaced sympathetically. “Are you sore?” “I’m quite well, thank you.” She poured herself some tea. “I need to speak to Benedict. Is he in his office?” “I believe so.” She felt his gaze on her. “Malinda, are you blushing?” “Not at all. I merely want to see my husband. There’s something I wanted his advice about.” “I’m sure he’ll be delighted that you are actively seeking him out.” He hesitated. “It doesn’t have anything to do with what happened last night, does it?” She looked up then into his smiling eyes. “Why, are you worried he’ll be angry with you?” He brushed imaginary crumbs off his coat. “I hope not. But I did leave rather abruptly.” She smiled at him. “Did you? I can’t say I noticed. I was too overwhelmed with all the pleasure you both gave me.”
