Farah had thought it wasn’t possible to be more confounded. How wrong she’d been. Though the lapse proved fleeting, and by the time she blinked, the placid calculation had returned, causing her to wonder if what she’d seen had been a trick of firelight. “Most people need much stronger fortification than a strawberry tart before facing me,” he said wryly. “Yes, well, I’ve found that a well-made dessert can do anyone a bit of good in a bad situation.” “Indeed?” He circled her to the left, his back to the fire, casting his face into deeper shadows. “I find I want to test your theory.”
