““He stood staring down at her a second before raking his hand through his hair. “What the devil am I—Damnation!” “Probably,” Evelyn agreed. He glanced down, clearly startled. “Oh,” she said caustically, “your comment was rhetorical rather than prophetic.” A surprised smile danced momentarily on his lean face. “Impudent,” he said. “Imprudent,” she rejoined. “Gads! Quite a mouth you have for a … what? Twelve-year-old?” “Fifteen,” she stated, heat pouring into her cheeks. She knew she looked young for her years. She must also look bizarre, bundled in her sister’s most feminine wrapper, her golem feet splayed out on the cold kitchen tiles. She lifted one foot and pressed it on top of the other.””
