“As shall I,” Evander said dryly, grateful to her all the same. She had moved to put away the magazine, thank Merlin, but what Miss Goyle did when he left was her business alone, so he couldn’t count on it.

Nevertheless. “I’ll let you get on,” he added, getting to his feet and offering her a sheepish nod before bidding her good day. Hopefully he would see no one else who now knew a great deal too much about him for the rest of the day.

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