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“Why, Miz Livy, could it be you’re jealous?”

“Jealous?” Livy repeated incredulously, going pale, and then her blue eyes blazed up at him. “Why, you have your nerve, you—you conceited polecat! If we weren’t on a public street, I’d—I’d slap your face, Caleb Devlin!”

He raised an eyebrow and hooked his thumbs in his frock coat pockets. “Again? My, you are becomin’ a violent woman, aren’t you, Livy?” he drawled. He saw her hands clench into fists at her sides. “If the urge is really overpowering, we could just duck in here, so you could get it out of your system in private,” he added, nodding toward the jail they were standing by.

He felt his grin widening. Her face was flushed—like a woman in the throes of passion. She really would slap his face if he told her that!