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Flour still clung to her apron, and he couldn’t help but think she looked ridiculous instead of haughty.

‘I will,’ she said finally. ‘Soon. Someone worthy. Special.’

Special. She said the word as if to insult him. ‘Who is special enough for you?’ The words curdled on his tongue. Why even ask? He didn’t care. Not really.

‘No one you would know. No one the least bit like you.’ She turned away, as if she could choose to end the conversation.

Suddenly he wanted to know who would possess this infuriating woman. ‘He interests me if he will ride to rescue you.’

She looked back at him, eyes wide. He was not skilled with women, but this one was hiding something.

‘Then you will have to wonder at it, won’t you?’

And he did wonder. She was more than of an age to marry, and more than passable to look on. Why was she not yet wed?

And as he looked at her he was also wondering why he had ever thought taking Stella Storwick was a good idea.