"A what?"
Of course it wouldn't be anything good if it was associated with her, but she'd not the slightest idea what a tinker was, only that whatever it was, Devorlane Hawley bent his head forward so she couldn't see his face for his hair.
"A traveler." He took up the poker and beat the burning log into submission. "Tilly said he hung about Barwych for a time because-how should I phrase this ... "
Why would he be troubled to wonder, when he hadn't shrunk from divulging what he just had?
"He had a certain predilection for the ladies."
What was that supposed to mean exactly? He couldn't leave them alone? Keep his hands to himself? Or had he, like Devorlane Hawley, made outrageous demands? Demands, it shamed her to think she'd actually not just met-had enjoyed-to now be told... A travel
