Why shouldn’t she go with Davis Lee? Riding over there with him didn’t mean anything. She refused to dwell on the fact that ever since he’d shared the Rock River incident with her she’d been hard-pressed to remember she was supposed to keep a distance from him. Her heart had ached at the self-reproach she’d seen on his face. His sharing with her an occurrence that she knew had hurt him deeply touched something inside her, a place that hadn’t been reached by any man except William. Monday morning dawned bright and breezy, the air cool with the advance of fall. She pulled her hair back into a low chignon and since she decided to wear her hooded wool cape, she didn’t add a hat. The wrap covered her cinnamon traveling dress and provided some protection from the wind and the dust as did the collapsible hood of the buggy when raised. When Davis Lee walked into the hotel lobby to fetch her, her nerve endings sizzled. He brought in the chill with him, a sweeping gust of wind that he cut off when he pulled the door shut.
