“I could never have conceived of a mate like her. Emma’s clever, with a mind so tricky and complicated, I know I’ll never figure her out. She’s far too beautiful and frustratingly secretive and no’ like any other woman I’ve ever met.” He took a swig from his glass, this time savoring it. “The more I understand her phrasings, the more I realize my mate is a droll lass.” His lips curled as he remembered some amusement. When he faced Bowe again, he said, “I had no’ expected her humor, but welcome it gladly.”
