“Watson would be far more receptive,” I had said, when I had at last figured out what she was asking of me. “Talk to him. You are attractive and intelligent, he will certainly -”
“But don’t you see, Mr. Holmes,” she interrupted, “I can’t talk to him without first talking to you.”
I couldn’t understand it.
Watson’s admiration for Miss Morstan had been evident. Hers was as well, but oddly … broad, her bright eyes flashing between the two of us whenever we were together, her gaze following Watson’s while I was at my work and trying to ignore them both, her compliments and smiles directed at the pair of us together.
What is this fic, please? I would really love to read all of it :D