The increased activity had been good for him, helping him to fall asleep easily despite constant thoughts of Blackstone. As the day for departure drew closer, he’d had more difficulty, hardly getting any rest for the past two nights. To quell his uncertainty about Blackstone’s motives, Leander constantly reminded himself that Blackstone had gone to the effort to invite him. Attractive though Leander found him, he didn’t believe Blackstone was so obliging that he would invite someone who bored him out of mere politeness. Leander told himself over and over—and without success—to stop thinking about Blackstone quite so much or risk making an idiot of himself. After all, the house party would be filled with Blackstone’s family and friends, so…
That was a bit odd, wasn’t it? All the other guests were old friends or family members. Why would Blackstone invite someone he’d only met a handful of times and kissed once? Surely that had to count for something.