“Are you...” The idea was unthinkable. “Jealous of Molly?”
For a moment Lucy looked shocked and then a rush of pink color flooded her cheeks.
Duncan stared.
Shewasjealous.
Chapter Six
She was not jealous. Why on earth would she be jealous of a maid? Just because the woman had blond hair and blue eyes and was tall and slim. Lucy couldn’t claim any of those traits—except the blue eyes. She knew she wasn’t unattractive, but she really couldn’t compete against a typical English beauty. Especially when she was locked in the nursery all day, and Molly was sauntering about the house, free as a bird.
Oh, very well. She knew that wasn’t true. Maids worked from sunup to sundown. Still, the woman had found time to make an impression on Duncan.
Men. So typical that he would overlook Molly as a suspect because she had batted her eyes at him.
And how insulting to suggest that she was jealous of amaid. Lucy Galloway was a Royal Saboteur. Molly couldn’t dream of ever having that opportunity. She might turn Duncan’s head, but why should Lucy care? It wasn’t as though she wanted his attention on herself.
Actually...a small voice in her mind piped up. Lucy shushed it.
“Jealous?” She sat up and looked at Duncan. For the first time in hours, she felt like herself. “I think you misunderstand.”
“You said yourself I was handsome.”
She had said that, hadn’t she?
“That’s an objective assessment.”
He raised his brows. “I think by its very definition, attractiveness is a subjective matter.”
“Fine.” She crossed her arms. “I do think you are handsome, but I’m not jealous of your attention toward a housemaid. You are like a brother to me.”
He reacted as though he’d been stung by a bee. He jolted back, and she saw the flash of hurt in his eyes before he masked it.
Oh, no.
Lucy inhaled sharply.
