“I can’t believe she thinks his senses were addled by cider.” “I don’t think she’s seen the way he looks at her,” Matilda mused. Jasmine, ever loyal, objected. “We can’t blame her for that, dearest. He only does it when she’s not looking.” “She doesn’t have fox ears either,” Clemmie admitted somewhat grudgingly. “She doesn’t hear the way his heartbeat stutters when he looks at her.”
