Jetta’s eyebrows widened slightly as she watched the maid. Mavis wasn’t looking her usual self. Her clothes were a bit awry, her face flushed, and the way she was looking at and addressing Aulay’s uncle was . . . well, frankly it was far more like he was a beau than a lord. The way Acair was looking at Mavis told a story of its own too. The two of them were obviously lovers, Jetta decided as Acair broke away from the men and moved to intercept Mavis. Taking her arm, he gently ushered her back toward the cottage, murmuring in her ear as he did and bringing a look of dismay to her face.
