Chapter 21

Miss Lucille frowns after him a moment longer, but when she turns to me, her smile shines like the sun and her eyes sparkle playfully. Taking my hand in both of hers, she squeezes my fingers and sighs. “Nat! You’re a little early. I really should make you wait. Isn’t that what ladies do when a gentleman comes calling?”

I duck my head, embarrassed. Her skin feels impossibly warm against mine. “This isn’t really calling…”

“You knocked on my door to see me,” she points out. “What would yousay it was?”

I know she’s right, so I just shrug a little and hope she’ll stop staring at me so openly. When she looks at me like that, I’m not really sure why I’m here at all, why shethinks I’m here, why I shouldbe here. I shouldn’t, I know that, I should apologize for wasting her time and scurry back to town, and wash her out of my blood with a tall glass of Stubs’ worst brew.