A Scandalous Winter Wedding. Marguerite Kaye

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      ‘Another gift from nature. Is there no end to her bounty?’

      Miss Kirstin Blair chuckled. ‘I have no talent for drawing, no ear for music and no patience for fools.’

      ‘You can’t blame nature for that.’

      She considered this as she took another sip of wine. ‘It is an interesting question, isn’t it? How much we are formed by nature and how much we form our own nature. Would I be mathematically inclined were it not for my father? I would like to think so, but since I cannot wipe my mind clean and start afresh it is impossible to be certain. Do you take your business acumen from your own father, Mr Dunbar?’

      ‘I doubt it,’ Cameron replied shortly.

      ‘He was not business-minded?’

      ‘I have no idea.’ Nor ever would have now. The vast wasteland that was his heritage would remain empty for ever.

      Kirstin Blair was studying him above the rim of her wine glass dispassionately. ‘I seem to have the knack of inadvertently touching on what you least wish to discuss,’ she said. ‘Though it seemed a natural enough question, given the direction of our conversation…’

      He was obliged to laugh. ‘As I recall, our conversation began with you asking me to tell you what I have deduced about you.’

      ‘Yes, I did, so feel free while I help myself to some of this excellent capon.’

      ‘Firstly, you are not afraid to defy convention, since we’ve already committed several social faux pas, two complete strangers, dining alone together.’

      Her eyebrows shot up. ‘Really? You think me a rebel?’

      ‘Not exactly.’ Cameron pushed his half-finished plate to one side. ‘You do not, I think, set out to be different, but your combination of clear thinking and the expression of that thinking without any attempt to moderate it makes your personality even more singular than your looks.’

      ‘Singular? That is not, I think, a compliment. It might be construed as meaning odd.’

      ‘It’s the unvarnished truth, just as you prefer it. Am I right?’

      ‘You are.’ She propped her chin on her hand. ‘Tell me more.’

      ‘You cannot be too much in the habit of socialising, else this habit of yours, of speaking your mind, would have been curbed—unless you are in the habit only of socialising with similar-minded people.’ Cameron frowned at this. ‘Since you’ve told me that you take your mathematical inclinations from your father, then I wonder if he is perhaps a professor at the university in Edinburgh?’

      Her half-smile faded. ‘Was.’

      ‘Oh, I’m so sorry.’

      Kirstin shook her head, looking studiously down at the table to avoid his eyes. ‘He had been ill for some time and died peacefully in his bed, as he wished to do, a month ago.’

      She met his eyes again, almost defiantly, making Cameron think the better of offering his condolences. ‘I presume,’ he said instead, ‘that this loss is the reason for you setting out on this new life of yours, then? You have no other ties to keep you in Edinburgh?’

      Her expression softened, and he knew he’d said the right thing. ‘Very good. My mother died when I was a child. I’ve no other kith or kin. Go on.’

      But Cameron shook his head. ‘I’ll quit while I’m ahead, if you don’t mind. Aside from guessing your age, which I’d say was three or four and twenty…’

      ‘I’m twenty-five.’

      ‘There, you see, I should have held my tongue. As to this new life of yours, that you’re excited about and afraid of in equal parts, all I can say is that it must be something like yourself—unconventional—and nothing so predictable as a post as a governess or a teacher. Unless you’ve found an institution which accepts female mathematicians?’

      ‘I did not even attempt to look. Aside from the fact that few men believe women capable of understanding even the most rudimentary forms of logic, I do not have any formal qualifications. Being a female. It is a vicious circle.’

      ‘Aye, I can see that it is.’

      ‘I’ll tell you the truth,’ Kirstin said. ‘I’ve no complete idea myself of what this new life of mine will be, save that it will be, as you said, unconventional. You are an excellent observer.’

      ‘A high compliment, coming from one such as yourself.’

      ‘Are you teasing me?’

      ‘I wouldn’t dare.’

      She laughed at that. ‘Beneath that very handsome exterior—and don’t pretend you don’t know how very handsome you are—there lurks a personality which could, I suspect, be very intimidating if you chose. I think you would dare almost anything, Cameron Dunbar.’

      ‘Do you now?’ he said, taken aback by this. ‘You don’t seem particularly intimidated, if I may say so.’

      ‘No, but that is because you have not tried to intimidate me, being in need of my company to distract you.’

      ‘And because I’ve taken a liking to you, let us not forget that. I’ve never met anyone like you.’

      ‘The feeling is entirely mutual.’

      ‘Do you believe in fate?’

      ‘It is not a logical concept.’

      ‘No, but sometimes we humans defy logic.’

      Kirstin smiled at that. ‘You think it was fate which brought us together today?’

      ‘If it was mere chance, then it was a very fortunate one. I would not have liked to miss this opportunity to get to know you, however briefly.’

      ‘And you have,’ Kirstin said, ‘or do—know me, I mean—better than most of my acquaintance, even though we’ve barely met and are no sooner getting acquainted than we must part. It must be getting late.’

      Cameron consulted his watch, exclaiming in astonishment at the hour. ‘It’s after ten.’

      ‘Why haven’t they been to clear the table?’

      ‘Reluctant to interrupt us, I suppose, and plenty else to keep them occupied, looking after the rest of our coach party.’

      ‘They will probably all be abed by now. We make an early start in the morning.’ Kirstin pushed back her chair. ‘We should bid each other goodnight.’

      Cameron too got to his feet. ‘We should, though I’m loath to do so.’

      ‘Lest your demons return?’

      ‘You’ve well and truly banished my demons. I’m much more likely to be kept awake thinking of you, if you want the honest truth.’

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