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She needed to convince him to hire her, and she needed to do so now. So she walked inside.

The most obvious place to start cleaning was the table, but since Citizen Belanger was there, she started with the bench beside the door.

“What are you doing?”

Brigitte jumped at the stern sound of his voice but straightened her shoulders. “It appears you do need a housekeeper. Look at the dust I wiped from this bench.”

She turned to face him, then gulped. He clenched and unclenched his jaw as he stared down at her. Perhaps she’d been a little too hasty in coming inside.

But no. She couldn’t let him frighten her. She had to protect her children first, and that meant gleaning information from the irate man before her. “You stand rather straight, Citizen Belanger. Tell me—have you ever been in the army?”

“My past is hardly your concern.”

She sucked in a sharp breath. Did he see the way her hands trembled? Did her face look as cold as it felt?

And why could he not answer this one question?