Baldwin raised his brow. “Is Percy aware of that? Because I can’t help but notice that he appears to be showing you favor.”

“He knows where I stand.”

“And where is that?”

Jane frowned. “Are you always such a busybody?”

“No, but I find that you have piqued my interest.”

Rising, Jane replied, “If you must know, he has asked me to enter into a courtship with him.”

“I take it that you turned him down.”

“I did.”

Baldwin watched her curiously as he asked, “Is there a particular reason why?”

“I am not interested in matrimony at this time.”

“I see,” Baldwin muttered before turning back to his food.

“What do you see?” she asked.

Baldwin placed his fork down and met her gaze. “I believe you are interested in matrimony, just not with Percy.”

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

Placing her hand on her hip, she asked, “And who would I be interested in matrimony with?”

“Corbyn.”

Jane stared back at him in surprise. “Why would you say that?”

“Because I can’t help but notice that you blush profusely every time he comes around,” Baldwin teased.

“That is not the least bit true.”

Baldwin smirked. “I’m afraid it is,” he replied. “You wear your emotions on your sleeve, my dear sister.”

“I do not,” she argued.

“It has been that way since we were young.”

“Regardless, Lord Evan and I do not have an understanding between us,” she remarked. “We are just—”

“Friends,” Baldwin said, finishing her thought. “I know what I saw in the gardens yesterday. You appeared to be quite smitten with him.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I want the truth.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Like you tell me?”

Baldwin shifted in his seat. “It is entirely different.”

“I think not,” Jane replied. “When you are willing to confide in me, then I will do the same with you.”