Had he forgotten how to walk? There really was plenty of room no matter which direction he wanted to go, so she had to suppose he was just planning to pick a fight. The main aisle behind him was entirely clear. The smaller aisle to his left was entirely clear. She was standing in the main aisle in front of him, but it was wide enough for him to pass easily. The boy was in the smaller aisle to his right, with the mystery books, but he'd been quite insistent that it wasn't her child's presence wasn't the problem. What was he trying to get out of her? He wanted her to turn and walk away, to cede the entirety of the large aisle to him? That was rather ridiculous — and if he thought he was going to win on a matter of pointless, petty pride, he had never met Drusilla.

"If you missed me that much, you could have just said," she teased. Turning her attention to her son, she added indulgently, "Take your time, love."

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