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certainement
pas un juge. Mais, je dois dire que c'est plutôt plus petite que ce
que j'imaginais un homme robuste aurait.”
    (Not being experienced in
that regard I am certainly no judge. But, I must say it is rather
smaller than I imagined a robust man would have.)
    So she
thought to insult my manhood does she .“Well, maybe next time you'll do a better job of arousing the
little guy. Oui. One can only hope.”
    Stunned, her mouth dropped
open. He marched from the room.
    Victoria missed her chance
to escape for sitting there in shock at the man's audacity she
never realized he didn't re-lock the door.
    By the time the breakfast
tray arrived found was Victoria dressed and ready to do battle with
her nemesis.
    They took the same seating
as the night before.
    “My, I say
that color suits you? It brings the depth of your lovely eyes to
the fore.”
    “Er..
thank you.” She wanted to fight not receive compliments.
     
    “I was
wondering should I let my mustache grow into those long handle bars
that seem to be popular right now?”
    She looked before she
realized she shouldn't have. He did have a handsome face. His skin
she knew would be soft, yet it had a masculine rugged look. A good
chin and when he smiled, like his was now, a person could...
    “Er.. no.
I don't think you should.” Victoria discovered something of
interest needing her immediate attention on her plate. She pushed
the food around and never looked back up. That butterfly feeling
was back.
    “How's the
coffee? Did I do better today?”
    “What?”
    “Your
coffee. Not to sweet is it?”
    She picked up the cup and
sipped before answering.
    “No, it's
fine.” He smiled. She be damned before she said perfect.
    “I noticed
yesterday when I used two spoonfuls of sugar to cover the laudanum
you scowled. Yet you already used your spoon as it sat wet next on
the saucer. So, I knew you liked some sweetness, but not too
much.”
    Her voice was caustic when
she replied. “How very observant of you.”
    Thomas tilted his head. “I
like observing you. It gives me pleasure.”
    She blushed under his
glance, but the blush didn't explain the true reason warmth spread
through her. All her emotion were running rampant. He'd throw her
into fear, then be civil, intimidating, or thoughtful in a matter
of second she didn't know what to feel.
    “Please
empty your trunk and such. I have a few things to attend to this
morning. I will return after awhile. If you need anything there are
pencil and paper in the desk. Make a list.”
    The valise and trunk items
now filled the wardrobe. Not until she was almost finished that it
occurred to her she followed his instructions without thought or
concern. Victoria ignored the urge to pull everything back out one
and refill trunk.
    All that remained were the
items in the carpetbag. She dumped it's contains on the bed.
Repacking the bag she put in a bar of soap, a comb, a few
toiletries, and two well worn day dresses. Placing the bag in the
bottom shelf of the wardrobe. When the time came to flee all she
needed was to grab the carpetbag, and now it was ready.
    Victoria’s
back was to the door when Thomas unlocked it.
    “Your
garden must have been lovely in the past.”
    He arms went around her.
She stiffened. However, she didn't pull away as he expected.
    “Mother
has the green thumb. When she remarried she no longer had time for
my garden. When we're married you can restore it if you
wish.”
    Her laughter surprised
him.
    “You're a
fool if you believe I'd marry you. And as far as your garden goes I
was known by the family as dead thumb, so if you counting on me,
you'll be disappointed, I fear.”
    “Victoria,
you can make me happy or angry, but you could never disappoint me.”
His words carried a conviction that he truly believed those words.
At that she stiffened and turned to face him.
    Thomas took her hand before
she knew what he was after. He raised it to his lips. His eyes
pinned to hers as he brushed her hand and felt his