Hazel slumped back down on her father's settee. She was certain her heart was
breaking. And she was so confused. She wanted Oliver in so
many ways, and she'd missed him desperately, but she didn't know what to make
of him.
He was charming, then infuriating. Kind, then domineering. How was she to
spend her life with a man she could never read? And what exactly was so
important about Glasgow? He never did say.
On top of all that, the insufferable lout refused to give her time even to think
about the situation, insisting on speaking with her father immediately. And
he still hadn't asked her to marry him. During their travels, he told her she would
marry him, and now that they were in the burgh, he was behaving the
same way. Well, she wasn't going to bind herself for life to a man w
