She almost shivered as Mr. Fisher leaned closer to her, his breath stirring the tendrils of hair around her ear. The man knew what he was doing. She had to give him credit for that.
"I entirely forgive your tardiness in light of such delightful news," Lady Gwendolyn replied, honestly smiling at him. "I had no idea Fox was involved with sugar plantations. After all that fuss about boycotting sugar to end the slave trade too...." She held out a hand to him. "Come now, Mr. Fisher, I should thank you for accepting my invitation. Would you care for coffee, tea, or something stronger?"