“You’re counting your money.”
“I’m thinking to send for more supplies.” She let out a great yawn and covered her mouth. “Go then, and don’t fret.”
“But, miss—”
“Go, Jenny.” Lady Perry crossed the room and Jenny felt the soft pressure of her hand on her back. “Go serve the men their supper and talk to your MacEwen.”
That afternoon, MacEwen had stripped to his waist to shave, grinning around the blade scraping his jaws. He’d flirted prodigiously, too.
Jenny put aside her unease and pulled the door closed behind her.
She would come back for that tray though, after the men’s dinner was cleared.
