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Chapter Ten

For a moment Addy gaped at Brand, too stunned and embarrassed to say anything. No Southern lady aired her business in public, and Brand had done everything short of parading down Main Street wearing her panties on the top of his perfectly formed head. Exchanged essences, indeed. He might as well have put an ad in the Hannah Herald saying they’d boinked. She went to church with Herbert Duffey. How was she supposed to look him in the eye the next time they passed the peace, for goodness’ sake? He’d be thinking of a different kind of piece from now on, wouldn’t he? That sweet old man thought that she and Brand had . . . had . . . That she would . . .

Okay, so maybe she would—in a heartbeat—but that was beside the point. A gentleman did not do anything to call a lady’s honor and virtue into question. Her virtue had been laid out on Main Street and rolled over by a Mack truck. Her virtue was flatter than a flitter and had big, black tire marks all over it.

“Put me down, you jerk.” Equal parts hurt and humiliated, she thumped him on the chest with both hands. “Right now.”

“No.”

“I said put me down.”

Addy’s skin tingled. The next moment she was sitting in the tree looking down at Brand.

“Adara, come down.”

“Very funny. Like you didn’t put me up here in the first place.”

“I did not put you in the tree. Such a thing would be illogical. It would serve no purpose.” His voice deepened. “Why would I put you up there, little one, when I would much rather have you here in my arms?”

Man, oh man, he was good! She was mad enough to spit nails, and he still had her melting into a puddle with his sexy voice.