
That was a step too far, and Caroline could not contain her anger any longer.
“How dare you,” she spat. “Who placed you in a position to reprimand me on anything?” She stepped closer to him, her eyes narrowing.
“No one,” he replied. “Just me.” He left his place of repose against the door and matched her advance with a step of his own. Did she always smell of oranges and spice? The scent fit her.
She lifted a brow. “Why?”
He blew out a breath. “I’ll be hanged if I know.” He had attempted to keep his thoughts to himself, but for some reason he felt compelled to see her improve, to reach her potential. It was likely that glimpse of her thoughtful, quiet nature at breakfast which had done it.
She shook her head in bewilderment. He was making little sense. How could he not know why he thought it his place to admonish her?
He stepped to the side so that the door was free, but he once again caught her arm as she moved past him. Pulling her close, he whispered, “You are a beautiful, accomplished young woman who does not need to belittle others to make herself look better.”
Then, before he could do something foolish like make use of the kissing bough which hung just in front of the door, he released her.
[from One Winter’s Eve]









