QUOTE : Where are we going?” she asked.<br /><br /> “Mr. Durbin’s sheep have begun to lamb, and I wanted to see how the ewes are doing.” He cleared his throat. “I suppose I should have told you about today’s outing earlier.”<br /><br /> Anna kept her eyes straight ahead and made a noncommittal sound.<br /><br /> He coughed. “I might’ve, had you not left so precipitously yesterday afternoon.”<br /><br /> She arched a brow but did not reply.<br /><br /> There was a lengthy lull broken only by the dog’s eager yelp as he flushed a rabbit from the hedge along the lane.<br /><br /> Then the earl tried again. “I’ve heard some people say my temper is rather . . .” He paused, apparently searching for a word.<br /><br /> Anna helped him. “Savage?”<br /><br /> He squinted at her.<br /><br /> “Ferocious?”<br /><br /> He frowned and opened his mouth.<br /><br /> She was quicker. “Barbaric?”<br /><br /> He cut her off before she could add to her list. “Yes, well, let us simply say that it intimidates some people.” He hesitated. “I wouldn’t want to intimidate you, Mrs. Wren.”<br /><br /> “You don’t.