Expelling a deep breath, she unclenched her fists, closed her eyes for a brief second and rose, determined to avoid a quarrel with the foolish individual behind her. She prayed that somehow she’d find the ability to be polite in spite of her annoyance. “Sir,” she started to say as she turned toward the dunce, “I will have you know that I . . .” Her words trailed off as he came into view.
Heaven above if the addlepated dunderhead had not been graced with looks that could easily make a roomful of women swoon. Sarah steeled herself. She would not allow his handsome face to affect her. “Where else should I be, all things considered?”
“On your feet?” he suggested, as if he were speaking to a child.
Sarah glared at him. “Obviously,” she said. “Why on earth didn’t I think of that?”
The man’s eyes widened as he leaned back a notch, and Sarah realized to her horror that she’d spoken the insult out loud.
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