“Not new at all. I was born and raised in Lititz. Graduated from Warwick High School, in fact.” Valedictorian, in fact. She didn’t mean to jerk her chin up, it merely went that way all by itself. “I’ve been … ah, gone for a few years.”
His gaze traveled over her longer than necessary before his eyes returned to meet hers. “I’d say more than a few years, Emilie.”
“Why … I … !” She was sputtering. Sputtering! The warmth in her neck shot north, filling her face with an unwelcome flush even as a sly grin filled his own devilish countenance.
An arpeggio from the pipe organ provided a blessed means of escape from his boyish wink and the chuckle that followed. Heavens, what an ego he has! With his dark features and all-male charm, he was undoubtedly the sort of fellow other women found drop-dead handsome. Emilie hoped he would simply drop dead. Or, at the very least, vanish at the end of the service, never to sit on her coat—or step on her toes—again.
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