Court her?! Mr. Hatchitt made it fairly obvious he had no intentions of doing that. Besides, she in no way wished to be courting or otherwise. Women like Fallon didn't court. They worked until they inevitably wound up pregnant and then had a shot gun wedding. It was perhaps one of the most shocking differences between her and Malou's upbringing.

"I'm not not interested in him," she muttered without meeting Malou's gaze. When he wasn't being a bloody jackarse he was funny and thoughtful and kind. As was Lachlan. Merlin. She was confused. "We would exchange letters throughout the day at work. I have a box of them in my dresser." The box would be entering the fireplace sooner than later. "This," Fallon reached over and grabbed the first of the two letters, "was just completely unlike him. Probably because I'm too bloody complicated now."