He just couldn't figure her out. Images of her clung to Devlin's mind all morning as he was out with the herd. Time and time again he found his mind wandering to thoughts of her, even while he was trying to concentrate and supervise the branding of the cattle. Devlin had just hated having to sleep alone the previous night. She was his wife after all! Elise should have been by his side in the marital bed. It didn't matter that their marriage was an arrangement. But when he'd made that toast at the dinner table he'd seen the look on her face when he'd described their marriage in such cold and businesslike terms. He'd regretted the words the minute they'd come out of his mouth. But sometimes there was no taking back what you said to people. He'd said the words and he wished he hadn't. When she'd walked out of the dining room, obviously trying to contain the emotion she felt, he'd just wanted the floor to open up beneath him. When he'd gone up to bed later in the night after a long time thinking on the porch he saw that the door to her room was shut tight.
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