“Have you seen Sir Rex, Clarence?”“I am afraid not, my lady.”She had been shopping in the quaint village for close to two hours, and she had even purchased a new hat in the haberdashery. She hadn’t seen Sir Rex leave the meeting he was attending in the village church. He had ridden into the town on horseback, so there was no pressing reason to wait for him, but she wanted to do just that.She kept thinking about their conversation that morning, and the odd friendship that had arisen from the ashes of last night’s encounter. She kept thinking about Sir Rex’s character, both his attributes and his flaws. No one was perfect. She was hardly perfect. Her flaws made his seem delightful.She wished Bess could come down to Land’s End. She so needed her advice. But she knew what Bess would say and do, at least partly. She would encourage Blanche to rush into Rex’s arms and experience her newfound passion.Blanche blushed. The more she thought about it, the more she knew she wouldn’t mind a kiss.“My lady?”
