Page 275 of Wicked Highland Heroes

“Ye might be able to talk Sir Talbot into purchasing some of the wool.”

“I can purchase my own wool,” she answered with a dark glance his way.

Elizabeth laughed. “All the better. Come, you must see the jerkin.”

Rhoslyn sent a last dagger-filled look Isobel’s way, then allowed Elizabeth to lead her away.

Isobel’s eyes remained fixed on her. “She doesna’ know.”

“Nay. And I would like it to stay that way,” Talbot said.

Isobel shifted her gaze onto him. “It is in your interest for her to know that Alec bedded me and you would not.”

“It would hurt her,” he replied.

“But it would benefit you.”

“I do not need to be compared to Alec Harper.”

She studied him. “I would say there is no comparison, and if Lady Rhoslyn can no’ see that, she is a fool.”