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you'd just be glad that I'm alive!"
    The very audacity of that statement caused his fingers to twitch, almost releasing their hold on the bundle of her sodden clothing, where ice crystals had already formed.
    "Boring? You find my concern for you boring?" He honestly couldn't believe she'd just uttered those words as if nothing he'd said had mattered one little whit. He took a deep breath before continuing. "I suggest you listen to this, as I'll make it perfectly clear. If I had my way, I would have turned your bottom crimson the moment I helped you out of your clothes. Perhaps having a well-spanked, hot little ass would teach you what happens to little girls who continue to be naughty! Are you bored now, Miss Goldman?"
    Her blue eyes flashed and her cheeks flushed. Though her mouth opened and closed like a little fish gasping for air, no words came out, just a little squeal as she fled up the stairs. His hopes that he'd finally gotten through to her were dashed when a voice bellowed from directly behind him.
    "What in the hell is going on out here?"
    Turning, he saw Benjamin standing in the open doorway that led to the dining room. He could also see several diners looking towards him as well, and realized that perhaps the conversation hadn't been quite as private as he'd thought.
    "It's not what you think, sir."
    "It damn well better not be, because I trusted you with my daughter," Benjamin said, his own tone as hard as steel. "I never once thought that I'd regret that decision."
    Sighing wearily, Roger gave one last glance up the stairs, hoping to see the girl he'd fallen head over heels in love with coming back down to stand at his side and take responsibility for her part in today's debacle. Unfortunately, there was no sign of her. Turning again, he shook his head. "I can explain… or at least I'll try, but I believe it best if we go someplace a bit more private."
    "Upstairs, my study," Benjamin barked before turning to speak to Catherine who had materialized beside him. "Please assure our customers that I'm sure it is a simple misunderstanding," he requested before giving the room's occupants a glance. "If not, I'll be sure to send them all an invitation to a wedding, even if there is a shotgun involved."
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    Wyatt and Agatha had just said goodbye to their friends after sharing a meal consisting of a thick venison stew, freshly baked bread, and plenty of hot coffee. Once he shut the door, she scurried towards the kitchen, intending to clean up the dishes.
    "Those can wait," he said, again grabbing her around the waist before she'd taken two steps. "We've got a discussion to finish."
    "I thought we all decided that Roger must have taken Teresa home."
    "I'm sure he did but I'm not talking about Roger or Teresa," Wyatt said. "I'm talking about you, young lady."
    Her heart thudded rapidly as the skin on her bottom began to crawl. "I'm not sure what you mean. What about me?" He ignored her question as he drew her towards the kitchen table.
    It was funny how one never really considered the use of a chair until seeing a large, obviously determined husband pulling one away from its place and taking a seat, she thought, only to feel her tummy flip as he pulled her between his spread knees.
    "What did you mean?" he said.
    "Mean? About what?"
    "You said that you never knew it could be like that… that you always wondered. What exactly did you mean?"
    "Oh, um, I just meant that… well, that it was even more fun than I imagined," she said, giving him a smile. "It was fun, wasn't it?"
    "Agatha, I'll not remind you again what happens when you aren't honest. We aren't talking about how much fun it was. We are discussing what you meant when you said you wondered what it would be like," he said, "like you've never done that before. Did your pa really take you sledding?"
    "Oh, yes, of course he did," she said, grateful that she could answer truthfully.
    "I see," he said, his gaze so intense that she had to struggle