Owen will play nursemaid, but there is just so much he can take, “no, I tried it myself first. It has chamomile and…”He waved his hand about at the pot. “I don’t know what. Soothing sorts of ingredients. Who knows where housekeepers acquire their recipes. Do you want some or not?” Owen is learning to not question his woman and the things she does:
She undid the last button, pulled back to look at him. “Are you going to tell me I don’t know my own mind?”
“No.” He was worried. Maybe a little flummoxed. He wasn’t an idiot. “Absolutely not.”
Lottie was quite the girl a perfect match for Owen.
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