Gentleman Jim (Somerset Stories, #2)

by Mimi Matthews

“Not then. After that. At the theater and today and…” Maggie faltered. “If I’m a stranger to you, then…why did you kiss me?” “If you must ask me that, I can only assume that you’ve vastly underrated your charms.” St. Clare looked down at her with studied nonchalance.

“I’m afraid you’re too tall for me.” “Nonsense. We fit each other perfectly.”

He again grasped her arm. “If you’d exert yourself to be sweet to me on occasion—” “I shall exert myself to slap your face if you don’t let go of me.”

Perhaps he should have warned his grandfather that Maggie had been raised by the biggest bully in the West Country? Squire Honeywell’s temper had all but inoculated his daughter. When it came to overbearing men, she was accustomed to giving as good as she got.