Efficiently dismissed, the tawny-haired gentleman reluctantly pushed himself from his chair.
“I shall return in a few hours,” he was swift to warn.
Jocelyn, however, was prepared on this occasion.
“If you have need of anything, please speak with Meg. She is quite capable and is in full control of the household.”
The golden eyes narrowed as she easily maneuvered him firmly into the hands of her servant.
“More capable than you, Miss Kingly?” he demanded in those husky tones.
“Without a doubt.” With a crisp nod of her head she regained her seat and reached for her ledger book.
“Good-bye, Mr. Valin.”
He remained standing beside the desk, but as she kept her gaze upon the pages of her accounts, he at last gave a low chuckle.
“Until later, my dear.”
Jocelyn maintained her charade of distraction until she at last heard the sound of the door closing behind his retreating form. Only then did she lean back in her seat and close her eyes in an odd weariness.
There would be dinner on the table tonight.
But what was the cost?
And was she prepared to pay it?