“Your Veuve La Salle is fantastic,” she said, studying the strength of his jaw and his perfect white teeth as he spoke.
“It is not bad - maybe not the very best in France - but my sons will take it on and up. They will learn to know the soil.”
“Sons?” she gasped. Was there something she didn’t know?
“You look like the bearer of fine sons,” he chuckled with a wicked appraising glance, “but I would like a little girl - one to break hearts like you.”
Her own heart was pounding. She tried to speak but looked down in confusion. Her eyes swept back up to find his already fixed on her.
“Oh yes - there will be no one else but you. If not you then no one - if you wanted that,” he said calmly, softening his eyes to match her own melting emotions.
“I think I have frightened you ma chérie.”
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