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"I'm not," she admitted.

They stopped at the door of the south tower, where the high-ranking servants, including her, lived. Streams of light streamed from the splendid windows, and streaked across the cobbled paths. Now Torcia saw that his hair was not black but brown. A shiny, dark brown, a mix of maple and mink colors. She wanted to touch his hair and feel it slide through her fingers. The closeness stirred her.

Stepping back, she gave him a regretful smile. "Goodbye sir. And thank you for being such a pleasant escort."

"Wait". He said, there was a plea in his voice. "May I see you again, Miss Ezra?"

"No, sir. I'm afraid all my time is occupied by the widowed countess."

Those words didn't stop him—she saw it in his eyes.

"Miss Ezra..."

"Goodbye," she repeated warmly. "I hope you have a good day off, sir." She quickly left, well aware of his angry look.

When Torcia reached her room, she locked the door and sighed. Since she had come to Highland, she had been regularly offered sugges