He made a soft sound—half amusement, half protest—and procured a handkerchief from his breast pocket. “Here.” It was a shockingly gentlemanly gesture coming from him. She expected him to hand it brusquely to her, or maybe toss it in her general direction, but instead, he lowered himself onto one knee before her. She watched him from outside herself as he reached forward to dab at the streak of dirt on her cheekbone.
