Courting Miss Adelaide. Janet Dean
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and faced her. “Perhaps I’m out of line, but I feel compelled to say I disagreed with the committee’s decision.” He took a step closer until she could see the length of his lashes, became aware of the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. “I saw the logic in the astute arguments you made regarding your suitability.”
Compliments on her cooking she’d had, but no man had ever praised her intellect. Still…“Then, why didn’t you speak up?”
“I thought about the burdens my sister-in-law carries rearing her boys alone. Too late I realized that even with her hardships, Mary is an excellent mother.” He stepped closer yet, until she could feel heat from his body, could see gold flecks in his dark eyes. “I’m sure you’d be a good mother.”
Sudden tears filled her eyes and she looked away.
He touched her arm. “I think I know how much the committee’s decision has hurt you.”
Adelaide noticed his assistant watching the exchange with interest. Teddy Marshall would be telling his wife about this visit at noon and the whole town would know by nightfall. She smoothed her skirt, then her brow. “Whether it hurt me isn’t the point. It wasn’t fair.”
His gaze locked with hers. “Life is often unfair, Miss Crum,” he said, and then returned to his search of the boxes.
From his tone, Adelaide suspected he wasn’t simply talking about her situation. Did he have a message in there? Some lesson to learn? If so, she wasn’t ready for it. Not with her heart burning with want for something she couldn’t have.
He held out two blocks for her to examine. “Here you are.”
Adelaide pulled her spectacles from her bag to peruse the blocks, glad for the distraction from all the confusing feelings rushing through her. With Mr. Graves standing near, she found it difficult to concentrate. Taking an eternity to make a simple decision wasn’t like her. She forced her focus on business, not on the man at her side.
At last, she selected the larger block engraved with a most fetching hat, complete with feathers. “I’d like to use this.”
Remembering her mother’s words, she removed her wire-rimmed eyeglasses and stuffed them into her purse.
“Your eyes are pretty either way,” he said softly.
Is he teasing me? “I’ve been told spectacles give me the appearance of an old maid schoolmarm.”
“They give you an air of intelligence.” He met her gaze. “I find intelligent women attractive.”
She fingered the ribbed edge of her collar, her mind whirling around the compliment.
A door slammed. Fannie Whitehall crossed the room, her curly red hair poking out from under a big-brimmed straw hat.
Fannie said hello, and then brushed past Adelaide with as much interest as she’d give a fencepost. She held out two jars topped with a thin layer of paraffin and thrust them into Mr. Graves’s hands. “I brought some of my preserves like I promised.”
Charles looked at the jars like he’d never seen jam before. “Thank you, Miss Whitehall.”
“That jam’s mighty fine on biscuits.”
He gave a lopsided grin. “I’m sure it is, but I’m not much of a cook.”
“I’d make you a batch, but you’d have to bake them.” Fannie let out a giggle. “I always burn the bottoms.”
“Biscuits are my specialty.” The words tumbled out of Adelaide’s mouth. Had she actually said that? Out loud? Apparently she had, judging by the startled expression on both Mr. Graves and Fannie’s faces. “Ah, as a thank-you for the time you spent on my ad.”
“That’s kind of you, Miss Crum,” Mr. Graves said.
Her gaze collided with his and held for several moments, then darted away, then returned. He gazed at her with an intensity that suggested something important was happening, something significant. No man had ever looked at Adelaide like that before. Her hands trembled and she clasped them together, trying to gain control over her traitorous body, especially with Fannie’s sharp-eyed scrutiny.
“I…I’d best be…going,” Adelaide stammered. “I need to get back to the shop.”
“Let me walk you out.” The editor gently guided her by her elbow to the door and then opened it. “I’ll write up the ad and have it ready first thing tomorrow morning.”
The huskiness in his voice set her insides humming and brought an odd tightness to her throat. “I’ll stop by the paper to look at it before I open the shop.”
They said goodbye. Once outside, the sun shone brighter and the sky appeared shades bluer than when she’d walked over to The Ledger. Finding a break in the traffic, she scurried across the street and entered her shop, then glanced back.
Mr. Graves remained in the open doorway where she’d left him. He’d complimented her eyes, even said her spectacles gave her an air of intelligence. No one had ever said anything nicer to her in all her days. Joy zinged through her chest, pushing against her lungs until she could barely breathe.
Then Fannie joined Mr. Graves in the doorway, deflating Adelaide’s mood faster than a burst balloon.
Charles watched Miss Crum cross the street and enter her shop. As the door closed behind her, he detected a little twinge of disappointment. Silly. The lady was a client, nothing more.
Beside him, Fannie cocked her head. “Promise you won’t forget to take the jam home. I put it on your desk.”
“How could I forget?”
She giggled, and then jiggling her fingers at him, she flounced down the walk.
Charles let out a gust of air. He needed to help Teddy get the presses running, but he stayed at the door, thinking not about Fannie, but of Miss Crum.
With his office directly across the street from her shop, he’d noticed since the interviews how little she went out. When he worked late, he’d observe her lamp lit well into the night. After seeing her today, he guessed Miss Crum was a workhorse or an insomniac. Under her pretty blue eyes, dark smudges marred her creamy skin. If he was any judge of people, and in this business he made it a point to be, Miss Crum still suffered from the committee’s rejection.
“Miss Crum’s a looker, though kind of standoffish.”
Charles hadn’t heard Teddy come up behind him. For a burly man he had a light step. Charles purposely turned a cool eye on his assistant, hoping to stop what was coming.
“Yes, sirree, she’s one fine-looking woman. Thinking about courting her?”
Charles scowled. “Where did you get that idea?”
Teddy smiled, putting his whole face into it, annoying Charles. “Oh, I’ve seen you watching her comings and goings. It’s time you quit thinking about asking her and do it.”
“My priority is to get this newspaper in shape.”
“Which you’ve done. Since you’ve taken over, the paper comes out on time and has another section. Why, it looks downright citified.” Teddy swept his arm over the room. “You’ve made this your life. A lonely way of living, that’s sure.”
The truth slammed into Charles. He was lonely. Since he arrived in town, Fannie had come by the paper with one excuse after another. But her giggling and incessant chatter put a knot in his stomach. From what she’d said, she didn’t even read the newspaper.
No, he liked the appearance and manner of Miss Crum. “I’ve considered asking her to dinner,” he said before he thought.
“Miss Whitehall or Miss Crum?”
“Miss Crum.”
Teddy raised his brows. “So, what’s stopping you?”
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