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Edie elbowed her better half. “No fighting in the middle of parties.” Then she adopted a stern look. “Really, Mr. Kendrick. I expected better of you.”
Logan ticked up an eyebrow. “Really?”
Her mouth twitched. “I suppose not. Although you might want to allow Donella the chance to, er, arrange herself before this discussion goes any further.”
Logan glanced down and sighed. Bringing them around to face the room had done a splendid job of twisting the poor girl’s dresswellabove her knees and pulled her bodice sadly askew.
When Donella glanced down at her gown, she yelped and started to flail.
Logan ducked to avoid her backhanding him. “Hang on, lass, or you’ll knock me out.”
“I’ll be doing that myself,” Alec threatened.
Edie shoved her husband aside. “Get out of my way, you big Scottish oaf.” She marched up to the chaise. “Would you please put Donella down so I can help her correct herself?”
“As soon as she stops wriggling about like a hog in a gunnysack, I will be happy to do so,” Logan said.
Donella froze, and both women all but incinerated him with smoldering glares.
“Sorry,” he said with a wince.
“You are as big an oaf as my husband,” Edie replied as she helped Donella off Logan’s lap.
“Are you just going to sit there?” Alec demanded of him.
“I rather think I am.”
“It’s quite rude to remain sitting while the ladies are standing,” Edie said as she brushed Donella’s skirts back into some semblance of order.
“Best if I stay seated, lass.”
“Get up, you coward,” Alec said.
Logan sighed and came to his feet. Everyone’s gaze immediately went to the unfortunate tenting arrangement underneath his kilt.
“That explains why you wanted to remain seated,” Edie dryly said.
“Aye.” Fortunately, the situation was quickly self-correcting.
Donella sank back onto the chaise and covered her face. “Someone please kill me now.”
“No, I’ll just kill Logan,” Alec replied. “And then your problem will be solved.”
Edie, who was starting to fix Donella’s hair, scowled at her husband. “No one is killing anyone. We know what needs to happen, and I’m sure Logan does, too.”
“Of course I do. In fact, I was in the middle of proposing to Donella when you interrupted us.”
Donella raised her head. “You most certainly were not.”
“Now Iamgoing to kill him,” said Alec.
Logan stared at Donella with disbelief. “What in God’s name did you think this was about? Playing skittles? Of course we’re going to get married.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, which disheveled her bodice anew. “Sir, I do not recall hearing the beginning of any such proposal.”
“But I specifically asked if you were sure about what we were doing, and you said yes.”
“AndIsaid I was sure about this.” She waggled a hand between them, as if to explain what had transpired on the chaise. “Not about that.”
