“I’ve never been with a widow before.” He toyed with his gilt-flecked fan, and his words made me shudder. “I imagine a widow has a charm all her own.” It was just a chance encounter, but somehow I’d gotten involved with this relentless menace. He smiled recklessly. “One day, you’ll beg to be with me.” In front of him, my pitiful pride was nothing more than a game of cat and mouse.
