Lost Creek Hollow my brother the wind

rannoch spoke first, maintaining the kindness that mona had come to need in this meeting. she was surprised, however, to hear terance's quiet defense of her in the face of treason's expression. a swallow thrummed in her throat; the young mayfair fought the urge to collapse beneath the silent judgement.
"a man near the sea. i never got his name." which was worse? a single tryst or the fact that she had met the male twice, and not received his title either time? only his countenance was burned into her memory, his laughter, the way he had embraced her.
why did it matter? he would not come to claim them. but mona said nothing more, eyes flickering between them all before her gaze found the earth once more.