Spencer would never speak of it and she would never ask. Had he guessed that her feelings for him were far deeper than friendship? Was his aloofness some witlessly senseless, masculine attempt to spare her further hurt and embarrassment? It was anyone ’s guess, she supposed. For some time, she ’d been aware of the growing distance between them and had wondered at it. He ’d been so quiet at dinner, hardly engaging in conversation at all and ignoring her entirely. If she were completely honest, she would admit that it wasn ’t simply the heat that had left her sleepless. Clad only in her night rail and wrapper, it was hardly modest, but she hadn ’t the heart to dress fully when all she wanted was the solace, or at minimum the distraction, of a good book. Larissa had been as well, but the heat had always been unforgiving of her. The lamps had been doused hours earlier, the entire household was abed. The windows were open as she entered the library.
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