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Asher guided me forward and we made good distance in a short time. I looked at my guide with a twinkle in my eye. “I had no idea you had a fiance, Mr. Asher.”
His shoulders slumped and he sighed. “She is. . .eager to show her appreciation for my efforts.”
“Do you have a lot of those kinds of fans?” I wondered as I swept my eyes over the area. More than one well-dressed lady gave him a wink and smile, and me a scowl and an upturned nose.
“A great many,” he confessed as he bowed his head to a pair of women who passed. They hid their faces behind their lavish fans and giggled.
“Am I in danger of being mauled?” I teased.
He turned his head to me and his eyes twinkled with their own mischief. “Do you think you can hold your own?”
“I could try.”
He smiled. “Miss Cait-” I shot hi
