back.
“I’m staying there,” she began, “not that it is any business of yours.”
“It’s my business now,” he said softly. “I will see you at six.”
“I will not be dining with you. It wouldn’t be proper.”
“A public place, surrounded by other people in a well-respected establishment? What could be more proper? It will give you the chance to save my soul, Mrs. Harbaugh. What goal could be more worthy?”
Annoyance flared in her beautiful green eyes. “I’m not interested in your soul.”
“But that is the only part of me you may have…for now.”
She opened her mouth, then closed it. Color stained her cheeks. Zeke held in a chuckle, then headed back to town. He knew everything he needed about Alethea Harbaugh. She would be more of a challenge than his other conquests, a circumstance he welcomed. But the outcome was already set—he would have her in his bed. And once he did, he would win. Having surrendered, she would leave, rather than face the good women of town. Being a widow, she would go quietly.
He would set her up with a house somewhere, he told himself. She could be a teacher back east, where her formal ways and love of Shakespeare would be appreciated. But until that day, he planned to enjoy every moment of his seduction. Starting with dinner that night.
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