“Very well,” she said. “I shall tell you the tale of…a winsome lass.” “Winsome?” He regarded her skeptically. “Do you even know what that means?” “Of course I do.” She’d never given it much thought. Winsome was just one of those things that lasses were. “How is, ah, Thea winsome?” “Um. Because she win some, lose some.” “I’m sorry I asked.” He briefly closed his eyes. “Very, very sorry.”
