“He rose, offering his hand to Evanlyn to assist her. Even though she was lithe and athletic as a cat, she took it, enjoying the contact. She saw Horace’s slight frown as she did so and smiled to herself. A girl can never have too many admirers, she thought. Will seemed unperturbed by the fact that she retained hold of Selethen’s hand a little longer than politeness dictated. But then, Ranger’s were trained to look imperturbable. He was probably seething with jealousy, she thought.”
