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“What? Of course not.”
“Something is preventing you. What is it?”
Deborah angled her face toward his, startled to find him so close. His nearness didn’t affect her like Preston’s. Instead of wanting to bolt, she yearned to move closer. His shoulders were broad and sturdy, his arms strong and inviting. He’d be a good hugger, she could tell. Someone who would hold her tight and snug for as long as she needed, not pat her awkwardly on the back and shrug free after short moments. Strangely, she was starting to view Adam as someone she could depend on. He radiated honor and goodness. She sensed he was the type of man who’d lay down his life for a stranger’s.
Would it be so terrible to confide in him? Adam would entertain his own conclusions. She’d hate for him to think her snobbish, persnickety or, worse, on the hunt for a rich husband. She could’ve had one of those, if she’d gone through with the nuptials back in St. Louis.
In the end, she chose to tell him a partial truth. “The prospect of marriage is more daunting than I anticipated. To pledge oneself to another forever...it’s a grave undertaking. Not to be taken lightly.”
“You’re not taking it at all, though.” His smile had faded. “Despite having traveled here for the express purpose of landing a husband.”
“Am I not allowed to have a change of heart? O-or lose my nerve?”
“You arrived in your wedding clothes,” he said softly.
“You have the uncanny ability to question me as if I’m on trial. Were you ever a lawyer, Mr. Draper?”
“You revert to formalities when you’re upset with me.” He kneaded the side of his neck. “I apologize for pressing you. It’s none of my business. Although, I will say I understand the locals’ frustration. You’re beautiful, intelligent and talented. Any man with a scrap of sense would make a bid for your attention.”
His praise emboldened her. “You haven’t.”
Adam’s lips parted. His eyes thrummed with emotion quickly squelched. Clearing his throat, he said, “I’m not yet in that stage of my life. There are matters that take precedence over any desire to wed and produce heirs.”
“What sort of matters? Your ranches?”
“My ranches...” His brows drew together. “Oh, yes. My business obligations are many.”
“So you’ve never come close to falling in love?”
He fell silent. Deborah felt as though she were swimming in that endless brown gaze as the air between them thinned. Why had she asked such a foolish question?
“Never.”
“Me, either.”
The bell over the door jangled, dispelling the tension. Adam’s attention went to the entrance and immediately the set of his shoulders changed. She shifted to get a better view. Russell Halloway stood just inside the door, his hat in his hands. He nodded and waved, but instead of coming over, he headed for the sales counter.
“I should let you tend to your shopping,” Adam told her. “I’ll see you later.”
Nonplussed, Deborah watched as he strode for the exit. Not even one minute later, Russell left empty-handed.
The two men had met yesterday for the first time. Why then, did she get the feeling she was missing something?
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