Camden said. Wicken cleared his throat rather forcefully in the doorway. Sophia watched as the color climbed up Camden’s throat. But his gaze held firm. “You’ll go home, where you are safe.” “I wasn’t safe there yesterday,” Sophia pointed out. This wasn’t an argument she wanted to have in front of everyone else, but she wasn’t about to back down simply because he expected her to obey. She knew the people of this town far better than he did. Especially Mrs. Ovard. Sophia needed to be there so she would know what the nasty woman was telling Camden. She’d borne her slander during three years of marriage, and she wasn’t going to let her ruin the first tentative friendship she’d had in years with lies. Or worse, the truth. “You’re welcome to stay at my house until I have assured you are safe.” “I’ve had experience with her. I can be of assistance.”
