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Lieutenant Stevens suddenly appeared again out of nowhere, his hand lifted in salute. “General, there is another guest for you.”

“Oh? Why, how delightful! Who is it? You may send him in.”

Stevens nodded. “We only hesitated because of who the man is. It is Laird John Campbell, Sir.”

In the middle of trying to sip her tea, Elizabeth nearly dropped the delicate cup to her plate. Instead, she splashed a great deal of it on her hand, crying out in pain.

“Elizabeth, are you all right? Yes, Stevens, please send the man in.”

“I am well. Do forgive my clumsiness.” Elizabeth’s mind was stirring as she tried to keep the heat from her cheeks. Could she really act the same in front of John after what had happened last evening? She wasn’t sure whose presence was worse to be so sprung upon with warning: Liam’s or Johns.

She heard the click of his boots in the hall and turned her head slowly to see John Campbell, just as surprised as she was. But, instead of fear and shock, his expression showed utter delight.

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