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“Rose, huh?”

“Yes, roses They are my favorite flower”

The innocence in those doe eyes was choking off his air like a hangman’s noose “Roses for Rosemary,” he said, not quite sure where he’d heard that before

“That’s what my father always said”

Her face had softened and the words were al her father, no doubt He understood that emotion His own father had died on the battlefield, but hers hadn’t No illness, no war The general just hadn’t woken up onein his bed at his Richmond home

The facts of the death had been forwarded to the fort, as est sister, had found their father that ht Seth’s insides jittered again—an odd sensation he recognized and listened to regularly It hat he’d felt earlier Intuition that held a warning

In the few hours he’d known her, he’d understood Rosemary to be a hard woman, and he couldn’t, or perhaps wouldn’t, believe she’d h he’d seen her only once that day, sitting in attendance at the wedding, had been softer She’d actually shed a tear when offering her congratulations after the ceremony Yes, Millie would still miss her father after four years

He should offer his condolences, yet he couldn’t do that, either For if this was Millie, she’d changed Was now lying through her teeth, pretending to be Rosemary

“So,” he asked, “what kind of flower did your father relate to you, Millie?”

Chapter Three

Millie pulled her hand off his arm, but instantly wished she hadn’t His solidness had kept her stable during all the introductions, and she found herself needing that support again

Squaring her shoulders didn’t helpme that”

The only moveing deep into the dredges of her mind, she found a fraction of truth to e lightning wouldn’t ed Millie is engaged to an army man, too”

This time Seth frowned