'The city also has its joys,' I said. 'I meant to once again thank you for the gift of the walking stick. It became most useful.'
Her smile deepened. 'I was certain it would.'
We shared a look, her dark blue eyes holding something warm and intriguing.
I decided then and there that I preferred her conversation to that of Jeanne Lanier. Jeanne knew how to flatter, how to draw a man out, how to put him at his ease. She could smile and laugh as expected and make a gentleman feel that he was exceptional.
Lady Breckenridge spoke her mind and did not always soften her barbs. But she would always be sincere. A flattering word from her was well earned and well meant.
She slid her hand beneath my arm. 'Shall we return? Mr. Tibbet will recite lines he composed while staying in an ancient castle in Scotland. Very atmospheric.'
I smiled down at her as she led me away. I found the warmth of her slender fingers in the crook of my arm quite satisfactory.
