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I think youll look like an angel. Just remember, a man treats a lady like a lady when she acts like one. How you look is not near so important as how you act.
Charlie was quiet as she took this in. Her mind conjured up the scene when Tansy allowed Sean to hold her chair; not just allowed it, but expected it. Charlies eyes closed in pain as she remembered Sean staring at her those times she had climbed aboard the wagon or buggy like a man.
The more Charlie thought about it, the more she realized she had no idea how a lady acted. Did a man always help a woman with her chair, and how about the wagon? Her grandfather never once helped her or Sadie into or out of a wagon. Of course, her grandfather had been no gentleman, and Sean Donovan was.
Any man who would remove his hat when he entered a room and stand when a woman walked into his presence was a gentleman from the toes up.
I wonder what his mother was like?
Whose mother?
Seans.
Charlotte, Sean called from the other room before Sadie could reply.
Ill be out in a minute, Charlie responded, hoping he wouldnt come to find her. She slipped her blouse back on and hurried with the buttons.
Sean was standing near the table, his plate empty once again. That he had wondered where she was and why he had been deserted in the kitchen was obvious.
Are you ready to go? Charlie asked.
Not if youre busy, Sean replied.
Always so considerate, Charlie thought, and then called a farewell to her aunt.
The couple walked side by side toward home in the gathering dusk. They were almost to the livery when a voice, slurred with inebriation, came out of the gloom.
Well, if it isnt the newlyweds.
Get out of here, Murphy, Charlie told him in disgust.
Murphy ignored her and began to rain insults down on the livery, its owner, and Sean. At one point he waved his arm expansively and nearly fell over into the street. The action seemed to break his concentration. He stared at Charlie as though just noticing her, and then stumbled on into the night.
Charlie waited only the space of two heartbeats before she started after him. Seans reactions were quicker, though. In one deceptively fast move his arm shot around her waist, and he pulled her back against his chest.
Let go of me, Sean, she panted in fury as she struggled against his hold. Im going to give Murphy a kick hes never going to forget.
I think it would be best for everyone if I just held onto you for a while. Seans voice was so rational that Charlie wanted to scream. She continued to pull at his arms, both around her now, but it was like a dragonfly trying to move a horses hoof off its wing.