Solomon glared at Abigail while Ian guided the wagon down the lane. “What did you say to Mr. Blaine?”
She shrugged. “I don’t think I said anything.”
“Just now,” he said, his tone harsher. “As he was leaving.”
She hesitated, appearing perplexed. “Goodbye, Mr. Blaine,” she said. “Why, what did you think I said?”
“I thought I heard you say square.”
Her heart thumped against her chest. How could she be so careless? “You heard me say bye or Blaine, rather than square,” she said, trying to recover.
He stared at her for a moment, waiting for a reaction that never came. “Where are you going now?”
“To the poorhouse,” she said and paused, as if struck with a thought. “Why don’t you come with me? It’s such a pleasant morning.”
“I think I shall,” he said, his gaze fixed on hers.
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