He knew better. Well, he did, but he secretly enjoyed the way she twisted everything. It was just the way she was. And he'd not change her for the world.
Jean rather liked her better dusty and a bit mussed from a trail ride. Really, she'd had a horrid lack of being free, being herself and getting dirty growing up. It couldn't be healthy. She needn't be perfect all the time.
"Oh, it's a duty now, is it?" he teased her. "I'd not want to put you out or anything, my love."