Cash pressed his hands harder into the side of his legs, hoping to ground himself, or maybe just remove himself from this moment. This was going so much worse than he'd expected. He'd tried to think through everything Ford could say, and he still hadn't conjured this. His blood pressure felt high, like when he was climbing higher in the sky on his broomstick. Easy.

"Do you really think so little of me?" Cash snapped, "I asked her what she wanted."

Miss Selwyn hadn't confessed to wanting anything. And that meant that he understood her — they could give each other what was expected, because she wasn't after love, or at least would not admit to it.

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