“Do you think I’m a flirt?”
“Jac, I’m warnin’ you now. Don’t feed me the spur no more. I’m the fairy godmother. I ain’t the prince in the story.”
“Is it all a story?”
He groaned.
“I thought I would find one man who wasn’t just part of the fairy tale.”
“There you go with your book English. Jac, you can’t rope me. I see the shadow of the noose flyin’ over my head an’ I’m goin’ to duck out from under.”
She turned away with a far-off sorrow in her face.
“There’s tears in your eyes!”
A pathetic smile quivered an instant at the corners of her lips.
“Honest, ain’t you jest throwin’ a rope, Jac?”