"He's a widower. I am a widow. He hasn't laid a hand on me but for one kiss, and ta put a ring on me finger. He asked and I said yes. I promise ye, ye might actually like the man if ye just give him a chance. He isn't a doctor, he breeds horses." She gestured toward the settee and moved to put Harold back down next to his sister after a brief cuddle.

"Let me make ye some tea. Are ye hungry?" Indeed, she HAD changed. If she hadn't, she'd be using her temper on him.