Chapter 55

"If your sister can't behave herself, perhaps she should stay home and learn some manners, instead of running around biting people like a rabid dog."

Lyman's gaze swept over Mitchell, cold and cutting, the corners of his mouth tugging up in a mocking smirk.

Mitchell's expression darkened instantly. His fists clenched at his sides before he could stop himself.

But he knew better than to cross Lyman. Drawing a deep breath, he forced down his anger and replied, his voice low and icy, "Yes, Mr. Etheridge. You're right."

Lyman and Effie paid him no further attention.

Lyman slipped an arm around Effie's waist and led her away.

Mitchell stood watching them go, a bitter ache twisting in his chest, leaving him at a loss for words.

Lyman felt Effie tense beside him. He looked down, his eyes warm and steady. "Don't worry," he murmured, "I'm here. If she upset you, I could have someone teach her another lesson-just say the word."

but laugh. "No need. Didn't you see? I was the one with the

smile broke over Lyman's face. His little wife was tougher than she

the scene, and whispers rippled through the crowd. No one had ever seen Lyman so attentive to a woman before.

running into Mitchell, but now, looking at him, he seemed

as soon as he did,

offered to stay behind and

a quick glance

French pastry chef flown

front of her, blocking her

looked up-straight

instant. The mousse cake

"You know, decent people don't block the

went black. "Effie, what's that supposed

sounds like. You're in my way." Effie's tone was

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