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I swear, he looked like he wanted to suffocate me with a pillow.
I raised my eyebrows. “Well?”
“Fine,” he said, looking at Katie again. “I was good at the moral support, not so much the jealousy.”
Katie’s eyes sparkled. “How could you have been good at the moral support if you were following Grace around all night?”
“Right, we’re done here.” Will put his cup down and stood up. “I’m not going to take this… attack… from you both. You’ve met, I’ve done my bit, and you’re getting along far too well for my liking, so I’m going to have to end this little shindig here.”
“I haven’t finished my tea,” I said, cradling the cup. “Don’t be so dramatic, William.”
“Yes, William. Don’t be so dramatic,” Katie said, picking up her own cup.
He sighed and sat down. “This is why I don’t introduce you to my girlfriends.”
“I usually already know them,” she replied, glancing at me.
“How would you know if I don’t introduce you?”
She paused. “I suppose I wouldn’t. How long have you been together, by the way?”
“Three months,” I said, right as he replied, “Two months.”
I stared at him. “It’s three months.”
He blinked at me, a mild fizzle of panic in his eyes. “It is?”
I finished the last of my tea and shook my head. “At least I know what to get you for your birthday.”
“What?”
“A calendar,” I replied dryly.
Katie chuckled.
He looked between us both with a resigned expression. “Can we go now you’ve finished your tea?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Thank you.”
We both stood, and I took a moment to put on my scarf and rebutton my coat.
“I’ll send your father up to the castle when he returns,” Katie said to William. “He’ll want to meet Grace.”
“Can he leave Freya behind?” he asked hopefully.
“No. She’s going to want to meet her, too.”
“Bollocks,” he muttered, doing up his coat. “All right, fine. Just let me know when. I have a table booked for the two of us for dinner tonight.”
“You do?” I looked at him. “You didn’t tell me that.”
“Oh. I have a table booked for the two of us for dinner tonight,” he repeated with a grin.
Katie shook her head, leading us towards the door with Charlie scurrying after us hopefully. “You have got to work on your communication skills, William.”
I wasn’t going to disagree with her on that one. I’d get more information out of a sack of potatoes than I would him.
