““I’ll go speak with her.” He turned to go, but Nathaniel grabbed his arm. “Let me. ‘Twas I who started the conversation.” Thomas glanced at Eliza and quirked his brow. “Do you mind?” She shrugged. “This is between the two of you.” Without waiting, Nathaniel started toward the hall, smiling over his shoulder as confidence lightened his step. “I’ll bring her back, and have her smiling the rest of the evening. Mark my word.””
