Kendall didn't dispute it was and that he could find his way out of it as easily as his handkerchief could his top pocket. His failure the other day made him aware of the burning need to prove it.
Much as that desire flooded his veins, he was also forced to admit that his failure to master his impatience the other day had also resulted in him being kicked out of the chess competition. It had resulted in his best boots being ruined and him nearly losing a toe, not to mention having to throw his lot in with this strawberry-haired specimen.
A woman goading him into grasping her cuff was nowhere he hadn't been before. Only think of when he'd first discovered that the temple he lived in with Marietta was as rotten as the one Samson brought down. It was somewhere he'd hoped never to be in again, yet plainly was, or this snit wouldn't remind him quite so scorchingly of his need for the leeching Babs.