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Aug. 8th, 2012 10:44 pmHe was doing something he never did. Namely, pursuing something with no definite payday at the end of it. But there was just something about her. Something fascinating. It wasn't her money, though he was given to understand she had more of it than some monarchs. It wasn't her looks, though she was dynamite on legs. Very nice legs. It was that razor-sharp wit, that look that she was just waiting for something interesting to come along.
And he was pretending to be her fiancee. To get her out of an entanglement with another man. Her family, her friends - both of whom were pushing for the match - were going to hate him. Frankly, it seemed like a bonus in her book. He liked that about her.
Thus, he was at the train station. And he had something under his hat. A single suitcase under an arm, and a spring in his step. He took his seat, asking the first porter by if Miss Landis had come aboard yet. He was thankful that the tiny puppy concealed under his hat was still resting. It was warm, it was dark. Thus Asta slept. He couldn't bear to leave the little guy behind, not knowing how long he'd be gone. And so, he was escorted back to her private room - he'd lived in apartments smaller than her train cabin - and sat down opposite her.
"Well, here we are," he said, with a smile.
Which was precisely when his hat started to stir.
And he was pretending to be her fiancee. To get her out of an entanglement with another man. Her family, her friends - both of whom were pushing for the match - were going to hate him. Frankly, it seemed like a bonus in her book. He liked that about her.
Thus, he was at the train station. And he had something under his hat. A single suitcase under an arm, and a spring in his step. He took his seat, asking the first porter by if Miss Landis had come aboard yet. He was thankful that the tiny puppy concealed under his hat was still resting. It was warm, it was dark. Thus Asta slept. He couldn't bear to leave the little guy behind, not knowing how long he'd be gone. And so, he was escorted back to her private room - he'd lived in apartments smaller than her train cabin - and sat down opposite her.
"Well, here we are," he said, with a smile.
Which was precisely when his hat started to stir.
