Bellona could have married Felix Prewett on the spot. (Well, that was the case on a regular basis as it was; he was handsome and eligible and she was in dire straights.) That he remained both friendly towards her and assured that she had every right to be confident was nothing shy of a miracle, and a less pragmatic husband-hunter might have swooned right then and there.

"Meekness," she offered with an almost predatory smile, "has never much been my strong suit—loath though I am, of course, to admit to any shortcoming."