She was going to chide him for being intentionally obtuse, when he moved close. She could feel the warmth off his body, even if he wasn't touching her anywhere at all, and her eyes drifted closed briefly when he spoke. "Mmmm. No, definitely not Heathcliff either," she said, opening eyes that were twinkling with intelligence, entertained, even as she was affected. "You're Willoughby," she finally decided, "but older and more experienced. Willoughby, had Austen given him time to mature into what he could have become before marrying him off."
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