Page 51 of The Tenacious Lady Blackmore

“And you should call me Seth,” he added.

“Very well, I shall.”

He reached for her hand, kissing the back of it. “There, you see? Two individuals who use one another’s Christian names aren’t meant to be anything less than the very closest of friends.”

“That’s true.”

He opened the front door once more, tipping his hat her way. “Good evening, Charlotte.”

“Good evening, Seth.”

He moved outside once more, and Charlotte watched from the window as he mounted Brushfire and rode off.

What an emotion-filled evening it had proved to be. First, the peace and contentment of watching over her grandson together, then the disappointment of Seth’s assessment.

But all of it was followed up with a most pleasant request. Charlotte turned toward the stairs. Now all she needed to do was find a way to subtly encourage Eliza or Dinah to host a dinner.

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