Chapter 25

But she doesn’t say anything, and I’m too afraid to ask. 22

If she’s angry with me for pulling away, she doesn’t show it. Instead, I get another kiss in front of the main house when I help her down from the cart, but this is just a brush of lips across my cheek, a far cry from the passionate lip lock earlier. After I put away the cart and return the horse to the stable, I head back into town, my thoughts hazy and incoherent. My mouth tingles where hers touched it, and I alternately shiver with delight and sweat with lust. I can’t wait to see her again, even if nothing comes of the day we spent together.

When I enter the boarding house, Charlie lays across the sofa in the parlor, dejected. Without saying hello, he launches into a tirade, as if I care to listen. “Do you know that man’s daughter wasn’t even homewhen I went calling this afternoon?”

I spare him a quick glance as I head upstairs. “Her name’s Lucille.”