QUOTE : You like it with more cream than sugar, am I right? And my nose tells me the kitchen sent up a pekoe, which I’m guessing is more to your taste than Darjeeling. Here.” She watched bemused as he prepared her tea then passed her a cup and saucer. “Drink up. If I’d thought to bring my pocket pistol, we could be adding a dollop of medicinal courage. That might put the roses back in your cheeks.” He didn’t fix himself a cup; instead he studied her, which necessitated that she study her tea. He didn’t chatter; he let her finish her tea in silence. It was the smallest, most mundane pleasure in the world, to sip a cup of tea fixed just for her, but it was a comfort. “I am not myself today.” She set the empty cup and saucer back on the tray. “I apologize for the lack of roses in my cheeks.” “You, my dear, are cranky.” He sounded amused. When he reached out and tucked a lock of Maggie’s hair behind one ear, she was not amused in the least. “While I appreciate your solicitude, Mr. Hazlit, it isn’t necessary.” And