I FELT DAMON’S EYES on me as we walked back to the horses and the carriage.
“What?” I quirked an eyebrow in his direction.
“Nothing,” he replied, a little too hastily.
I raised both eyebrows, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth.
“You’re good at that,” he said quietly. He opened his mouth, like he wanted to say more, then closed it again.
Good at what?
I wanted to challenge him, ask him why he was so surprised I could hold a conversation with a farming woman. What kind of girl did he take me for?
But I didn’t push him for anything more. I accepted the compliment for what it was.
We came to a standstill by the men, who were holding the carriage horses by the bridles, waiting for me to climb up into the carriage. Both of us were lingering. I wasn’t sure about Damon, but I didn’
