Chapter 19
Sinclair select her for his wife? Impossible. Would never, could never happen.
Even if, miracle of miracles, he returned her feelings, even if he lowered himself to consider the daughter of a mere baron, how could he overlook how unsuitable she’d made herself to be anyone’s wife? She sighed again and started to cross the street.
“Watch where yer goin’, you son of a—”
Quincy jumped back, just avoiding the wheels of a passing hackney, and landed on her rump in the mud.
“Here now, Quincy!” a familiar voice bellowed. Quincy looked up and saw Sam the butcher in his cart, close behind the hackney. Sam handed his reins to the young woman seated beside him and climbed down. He reached out one beefy paw and yanked Quincy to her feet. “Not injured, are you now?” he said.
“Just my di
