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His hat shadowed his eyes in the dim light of the foyer,

So when he nodded briefly Angela couldn’t read his expression. Something seemed to keep him from opening the door, made it feel like there was more to her question than she’d voiced—and more to his answer.

When she finally thought he must be able to hear her heart beating through her chest, he opened the door. Angela let out a deep sigh of relief, until he turned and tipped his finger to his hat in farewell.

A gentleman.

She shut the door behind him. Perhaps. But not like any gentleman she’d ever known. And perhaps that was the problem.