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73 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 4, 2015
The oldest of the two wardens she’d christened Bart, for the woman’s resemblance to a particularly substantial mastiff Viola’s family had owned when she was a child. The flattened face, drooping jowls, boxlike head, and small, squinty eyes were as characteristic of the buxom woman as they had been of the canine. Granted, the woman didn’t drool like old Bart had, but she certainly barked.
She had tried to be the perfect daughter of a soapmaker. She had tried to be the perfect sister of an earl. She had tried so hard to be a perfect part of an imperfect society that she had turned herself into a person she no longer recognized. Perhaps, just this once, she would try being Viola Hextall.
There was nothing but resolute determination stamped across her beautiful features. He felt something in his chest squeeze. This was the woman that he would have with him. The woman he would want by his side as he ventured forth into the unknown, armed with her wits and her determination.
And if wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.
Viola could feel herself flushing. “I just want to belong.”
“Belong where, Lady Viola? And to whom?”
Viola looked up at him, realizing that she no longer had an easy answer.
“Are you mocking me again?” How did this man do it? How did he knock her off balance so easily? She might not know a great deal about kissing, but she certainly knew a great deal about conversation. And until she had met Mr. Shaw, she had considered herself quite accomplished at it.
“I’m not mocking you, my lady. I answered your question. If you want a better answer, then ask a better question. You’re smarter than this.”
She realized she had no idea if he was insulting her or complimenting her.
She held his eyes with hers. “Why are you so good to me?” she whispered.
“Because you are an extraordinary woman,” he said quietly. “If you would only stop comparing yourself and your talents to those who will never matter, to those who do not truly care about you, you would see what I see.”