Page 204 of Wicked Highland Heroes

The men scattered. Rhoslyn sat on the bench beside Andreana. St. Claire sat beside Rhoslyn. She glanced sharply at him, then turned her attention to Andreana.

“You should no’ be spending time with St. Claire’s men.”

St. Claire began pouring ale into three mugs. Discomfort sent a ripple of awareness along Rhoslyn’s arm when his arm brushed hers.

“They were only talking to me,” Andreana said. “We sat in plain sight of all your guests.”

St. Claire set ale in front of Rhoslyn, then Andreana. “Your mother is right.”

Andreana frowned. “They did nothing untoward.”

“Aye, they did,” he said. “They know it is improper to approach you. Not a one of them is in a position to win your affections.”

“Because they are mere knights?” she asked.

He laughed. “Most are not even knights, Lady. They are simple men-at-arms. They should not deign to look in your direction.”

“There are some who say the same of you and Lady Rhoslyn.”

“Andreana,” Rhoslyn cut in, but St. Claire interrupted.

“When a king bestows land upon one of them and then betroths him to you, I will agree he is worthy.”

Andreana frowned.

“You will not encourage them,” Rhoslyn said. “Do you understand?”

“I gave them no encouragement.”

“A smile is encouragement enough for any man,” St Claire said.

His mouth twitched with amusement and he looked at Rhoslyn. She smiled before realizing the reaction and his smile broadened.

He returned his attention to Andreana. “A simple smile, my lady. Nothing more is needed.”