Callista was so lost in herself that it took a moment to digest that he had spoken again – changed the subject. She straightened up, mouth spreading into a slow, bemused smile. Admittedly, she was in no hurry to leave here and return to the lawn games either, though she supposed she should not spend too long either in the company of a gentleman alone or in selfishly waylaying one of the weekend’s hosts.
“A thought experiment,” Callista echoed, gaze – no longer on the trees – growing curious. A flutter of nervousness threaded through her: thought experiment sounded a little like she was about to be tested on something. But she trusted Mr. Echelon-Arnost well enough; she tried not to let it shake her smile as she invited it. “I’m ready.”
“A thought experiment,” Callista echoed, gaze – no longer on the trees – growing curious. A flutter of nervousness threaded through her: thought experiment sounded a little like she was about to be tested on something. But she trusted Mr. Echelon-Arnost well enough; she tried not to let it shake her smile as she invited it. “I’m ready.”
