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and Mr. Cooper, a warning look. After one last fulminating glower, Baxter quit the room.
    When she turned back to Mr. Cooper, she found him staring at the now-empty doorway with an amused expression. “I believe your butler was trying to incinerate me with his eyes.”
    “He’s very protective.”
    His gaze returned to her and his lips twitched. “Indeed? I hadn’t noticed.”
    The fact that Mr. Cooper found Baxter amusing rather than intimidating further piqued her curiosity. She moved to the grouping of chairs in front of the hearth where a cheery fire crackled. “Please join me,” she invited, seating herself in her favorite wing chair and indicating the settee opposite her.
    “Thank you.”
    She watched him settle himself, noting the way his midnight-blue jacket accentuated his broad shoulders and how his fawn breeches and polished black Hessians hugged his long, muscular legs. Whatever else Mr. Cooper might or might not have to recommend him, he was certainly very nicely made.
    She lifted her gaze and found him regarding her withan intensity that would have caused a less self-possessed woman to squirm. If she were still capable of blushing, her cheeks most likely would have burned at being caught looking him over so thoroughly. Instead she returned his gaze measure for measure. Surely a man who looked like him was accustomed to feminine attention.
    “What brings you to Little Longstone, Mr. Cooper?”
    “A brief holiday. My employer recently married and has taken a wedding trip to the continent.” Mischief glittered in his eyes and one corner of his mouth tilted upward. “I cannot imagine why he didn’t want me to accompany him, but there you have it. I decided to use the opportunity to get away myself.”
    Hmm. Genevieve realized he was teasing, still, she’d guess that his employer wouldn’t want this shockingly attractive man anywhere near his new wife.
    “And what made you choose Little Longstone?”
    “Dr. Oliver is an acquaintance and very kindly offered me the use of his cottage. I’m looking forward to relaxing in all this clear, country air.”
    “That was very generous of him. I hope Dr. Oliver is faring well?”
    “Very well indeed. His wife is expecting their first child this spring.”
    Genevieve smiled. “How lovely. I shall have to write to congratulate them. Tell me, what do you do in London?”
    “I am steward to Mr. Jonas-Smythe. Perhaps you’ve heard of him? He is of the Jonas-Smythes of Lancashire.”
    Genevieve shook her head. In order to better converse with Richard she’d once kept up with all the names and doings of London’s elite, but no more. “I’m afraid not.I’ve never been to Lancashire and haven’t traveled to town for several years.”
    “You were raised in Little Longstone?”
    “No.” If she had been raised in this quiet, lovely village, her life would surely have been much different. “I settled here a number of years ago.”
    “And what made you choose Little Longstone?”
    She saw no harm in telling him the truth. “Mostly the proximity to the springs. I find them therapeutic. I also fell in love with the surroundings—the woods and quiet village.”
    “And what of Mr. Ralston? Does he enjoy the springs as well?”
    She hesitated. Both the question and his demeanor were perfectly natural, yet something gave her pause. The intensity of his gaze perhaps? A slight edge to his voice? Yes, there seemed to be a bit of both. Could his query be more than mere friendly curiosity or casual conversation? It seemed so. Indeed it seemed…could his interest in the answer be…personal? Did he find her…attractive?
    She instantly shoved the ridiculous notion aside. Surely she was mistaken. Heavens, it had been so long since she’d been in the company of a handsome young man she’d completely forgotten how to read the signals gentlemen tossed out.
    “I’m afraid Mr. Ralston is…gone.” They were the same words she always murmured when asked about her