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1 " His manners were polished, and he was so respectful. The other unmarried women in the town all had their eyes on him, but every Sunday he’d chosen her. She’d been too smitten by his attentions to realize she was just being played for a fool. Shoving the memories aside, she stared out the window and into her ruined garden. If Teagan didn’t know about the land buy, then what was going on? It was time—past time,—for answers. She’d need to draw a hot bath and press her Sunday dress, for tomorrow she was going to the Kavanagh’s. It was a bit of a walk to the Kavanagh’s house; a dry, hot, sweaty walk. Hopefully her "
― Kathleen Ball , Brayden: The McKeegans