“I am quite glad to see you will be a guest along with us this fortnight, Señor Fox.” She paused, darting her gaze about. “But do tell me, is His Grace with you?” Gideon barely contained his snort. “Whitfield will not be in attendance. He is busy hunting with our friend Captain Dawson.” Isabel stiffened in the corner of his eye. “And does Captain Dawson live close by?” “His estate is about a three-hour ride from here.” Gideon’s mouth quirked. “Is that too far or too close?” “Much too close and not far enough.” “I concur, Isa dear,” Gabby drawled.
