Juliana hadn't expected him to have anything to say in response to that point. She'd paused more to collect her thoughts before moving forward, not because she was expecting him to speak. She'd thought it might have been rather obvious. She was considered a spinster, after all, and had never had any serious flirtations during her debutante years (nor had she particularly wanted any). When would she have been kissed? And if he'd thought she was the sort of run around having secret love affairs (like Camilla apparently was), her physical reaction to the first kiss must have disabused him of that notion. She clearly didn't know what she was doing, when it came to this sort of thing, and despite his having said earlier that he liked it she was sure he could tell. So she hadn't meant that as a confession, but rather as a way to introducing what she wanted to say next.

Which was entirely lost at this point, because what he'd responded with confused her so much. Sorry it couldn't have been with someone else? Had he forgotten that she had arrived unannounced in his home that afternoon and essentially invited him to kiss her? If he was concerned that he'd taken too many liberties and she would feel used and abused, the notion was ridiculous. Lachlan MacFusty could not have taken advantage of a woman if he'd tried, she was convinced. But maybe that wasn't what he was saying? Was it supposed to be that remarkably different, with a different partner?

"Why?" she asked, brows furrowed. "What things considered?"