Again, Zechariah’s eyes slid to her. It was easy to see how a child-… no, woman- like her had ended herself up in this mess.

Here she was, alone with a young, unattached man after a proven history of indiscreet affairs.

Which fire would burn farther: convincing Tobias that she was insane … or that she would ruin his reputation by sleeping with any man that paid her a moment's attention?

Zechariah studied her a moment longer, then slid to the far side of the piano bench. He patted the space beside him.

“It would be easier to show you.”