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make me nervous,” he admitted not taking his eyes off her face.  “You would think with two sisters and an aunt under my care I would have become quite used to tears by now, but alas , no.”  He kept his eyes trained on her face watching for any sign.  He almost chuckled when he saw a spark of humor flicker then quickly disappear in her green depths.
    “It’s true.”   He shuffled a bi t closer.  “A single tear reduces me to rubbish.”
    She looked up into his eyes, her lips twitching.
    He shrugged , with a rueful twist to his lips .  “Where?”  He could feel anger welling up inside of him that someone could be so cruel to such an obviously needy traveler?   He was impressed that after all that she had obviously endured, she could still find a reason to smile.  No matter how fleeting the action.
    “Where?”  She was so very tired she didn’ t understand what he was questioning.
    “Where did you lose your belongings?”  He bristled.  “Ashford?”
    She gave a brisk shake of her head.  “ I believe the town was called Caldwell.”  The word s squeaked from her throat.
    His shoulders almost slumped in relief.  “Well then, we must improvise.”  Without hesitating , he reached for his cravat .  There simply wasn’t an other viable alternative at that time.
    She gasped in horror as he gently laid her baby on the freshly cut grass.  He proceeded to reach up and tug his fine linen cravat from around his neck.  A strangled cry escaped when she realized his intended use for said cravat.  The panels of his shirt separated revealing the sun-browned skin of his neck and the beginnings of a dark furred chest to her gaze.  “You cannot…”  
    He lifted his head and met her worried green eyes waving his hand dis missive ly just in time to witness her hastily averted eyes from the V of his shirt .  A delightful pink color enhanced her previously pale cheeks.  A small smile played at the corners of his mouth.  “Of course I can.  The babe is quite uncomfortable in its current circumstances and I have means to remedy the discomfort. ”
    “I have nothing of valu e to offer for your cravat, sir,” s he said despondently, gesturing towards her person.  “As you can very plainly see, I have barely enough to keep the two of us fed … ” she broke off, her chest heaving as she tried to regain control of herself .  T he look in her eyes one of desperat ion .
    The knot in Parker’s stomach grew larger.  He was surprised by her speech.  It was that of a lady.  “I do not recall having asked for recompense.”  He quickly tied the makeshift nappy and lifted the baby in front of him as if he were admiring his handiwork.  Then he p ropped the baby on his shoulder once again before standing.  “And I believe that you sell yourself short.  You have much to offer.”
    A look of puzzlement drew her fine brows together; a certain measure of relief entered her face but also a hint of fear as panic hammered in her chest.   “I do not understand?” She marveled at how ca lm she sounded.  How composed.
    “What I would ask of you is your name and that of your baby.” He raised his brow in question.
    Persephone’s eyes locked on his and her hand fell back to her side, tuck ed into the folds of her skirt while she weighed his words.  Could she trust him?  Did she dare to hope that he held no nefa rious designs on her person other than kindness?  How did she know he wasn’t one that had been searching for her all along?  She should have been more fear ful, but she found herself mollified by his immaculate attire and her exhaustion.  In her dealings with unscrupulous men , they came in all shapes, sizes , and clothing.  She should have learned her lesson by now.  The vilest creature s she had ever met came attired in the finest threads money could buy. They d isguised themselves as the holiest of angels , when in truth they were the most sinful of demons. The difference, they most