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definitely would not have bothered to soothe a crying infant with tender words and incoherent sounds of comfort.
    Emotions knotted her stomach.  She glanced worriedly at her crying baby, then down at the frayed hem of her gown and the numerous dirt smudges scattered across her skirt and felt a tw inge of embarrassment, t hen she quickly checked her response.  Embarrassment was a ridiculous emotion to have in this situation.  She released the knife with one hand in order to pull her thread-bare shawl more tightly around her wan frame yet unable to ease the numbness of her uncomfortably cold feet .
    She took a moment to study him.  He was well over six foot tall and large—even with the knife she was in no position to fight him.  She hadn’t eaten in days and the most sleep she had had was the few minutes she had stolen this afternoon.  In fact, her lack of food was making her decidedly woozy.  Could she truly afford to discourage any help being offered?
    Parker studied her right back.  His look deliberate, determined as she chewed on her bottom lip for a mom ent, then dragged in a breath.
    “Persephone Smith and my baby’s name is Tillie. Matilda, but I call her Tillie,” she explained, h er voice shaky.  He couldn’t tell from fear or hunger.
    “Persephone,” he repeated , his brow quirked, smiling slightly .  “Your parents must have had a profound interest in Greek mythology.” He bowed.  “To be in the presence of the daughter of Zeus is a tremendous honor.”   He couldn’t help the smile that appeared.  “Or am I in the presence of the wife of Hades?”
    Her eyes widened at his knowledge of Greek mythology and his attempt at humor .  “My father.” A brief smile appeared, but sadness dulled her eyes.  “He was mad about it; he would have named me Medu sa had my mother not intervened and for the latter, I suppose it would depend on whom you ask. ”
    He chuckled, but noticed her use of the word was in regards to her parents.  T hose questions could be answered at another time.  “Thank goodness for your mother’s firm hand.”  He witnessed the hint of a smile again .  “I pray you will allow me time for acquaintance for the latter.”
    She smiled.
    “You will be a perfect fit for my family.”  He waited for the quizzical look to disappear.
    She looked away, as if bothered by his words .  How she longed to be a part of something good.  To be a part of a loving family again was only a ridiculous notion . 
    Parker continued, “My father and mother were determined to turn us into a tongue twister.”  He grinned as her brow furrowed.  “Peyton, Piper, Poppy, and my name is Parker Peregrine.”  He bowed quite elegantly even with Tillie held firmly in his arms.  “At your service, ma’am.  You have taken your respite on my land.”  He gestured towards the red brick home.  “Perhaps you will allow me to entice you to tea with myself and my aunt, Adele.  She is always happy for company.  It can get quite lonely in the country.”
    Her mouth watered at the thought of fresh biscuits and hot tea.  “I cannot think to impose on you any further, sir.”  Although he watched as genuine longing flashed in her eyes and the tip of her tongue flicked out to wet her bottom lip .
    A fierce possessiveness gripped him quite suddenly by the throat, his arm tightened around the cooing baby.  He could not send them back out to the wolves.  She had barely enough strength to stand, let alone to fight off any true blackguard that might attack or to even walk a few steps lugging her satchel and babe.  “Nonsense, surely you will allow me an opportunity to practice hospitality to a traveler in need of rest.”
    She swallowed as he looked alm ost hurt by her quick decline.
    “ Mrs. Harris loves to receive additional feedback on her fare.  She advised me just this morning that she was experimenting wi th a new recipe for lemon tarts. ”  He closed his eyes for a brief moment, b ut