Did she have a headache? Cait couldn’t decide, but her temples felt tighter than they had a moment before and, not being the sort of woman who was often felled by her family’s idea of a jest, she could not for the life of her think why that might be other than the terrible possibility that her heart knew something her brain refused to believe. Or why her chest felt distinctly as though something were tightening inexorably inside her, familiar only as a prelude to abject panic.

She glanced between the two entirely earnest faces, searching in vain for some hint of a smile, and when she saw nothing other than determined defiance Cait felt the beginnings of what was sure to become a mighty hysterical reaction once she was alone.

“Gretna Green?” She choked out with a distinct warble to her usually steady voice. “But…you can’t be. Your father-“

Oh dear Merlin this might actually kill him.