He wouldn't talk about the scar. He knew women were sensitive enough about their appearance. Not that Lettie ever had anything to complain about, and he didn't need another woman overreacting like Daphne had at the pub earlier. "You wear your hair like that and nobody will know." Curse scars were a bitch to get rid of, and he hoped hers would fade.
"You've been lots of places, apparently," he said. "You didn't tell us where you went when you travelled, but I guess you did most of Europe. It's too bloody cold here sometimes. I don't blame you for wanting to go somewhere warmer."
He was glad of the confident smirk. "How could I pass up such a challenge?" He'd happily watch her play, seeing her arse wriggle as she took a shot. He couldn't lose.
"No, nothing on your face. Just glad to have you home." It was true.