“My lord,” she asked softly, “have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?” “Not yet. But one can always hope.” She responded with a puzzled smile. “You hope to fall in love someday with someone you can’t have? Why?” “It would be an interesting experience.” “So would falling off a cliff,” she said sardonically. “But I think one would rather learn about it from secondhand knowledge.” Laughing, St. Vincent levered himself off the table and turned to face her. “Perhaps you’re right. We had better return you to the manor, my clever little friend, before your absence becomes too obvious.”
