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so. “It’s from my mother. She informs me of the minute goings-on of a man she had hoped I would marry.”
    “Aren’t you a bit young for matrimony?”
    “On Melei, I was an old maid. It’s safer to be married.”
    His eyebrows draw closer together. “ Safer is an interesting word for marriage. But you did not want to marry this suitor.”
    I wave a hand, but he is not Melenese and will not understand that it’s an unspoken gesture for “it doesn’t matter.” “Henry was a friend I tutored. I do not wish to wed him or any other Alben on the island she had her eye on. That’s why I left.”
    “So.” His face is solemn, but an amused tone undercuts his voice. “You left your home to avoid being married to an Alben man and came to a country entirely filled with them.”
    I’m torn between offense and amusement. Amusement wins, and I laugh at myself. “It made sense at the time.”
    “I’m certain it did.”
    We walk in silence, and I go back to the letter, waiting for him to bid me good day. He doesn’t. “I’ve never been to this park before.” He swings his cane at the tip of a bush. “It’s rather filled with children, isn’t it?”
    As if on cue, a small, round thing runs in front of us, legs flying to keep from falling forward with momentum.
    “Charlie! Oy, Charlie, you get back here before I tan your hide!” A harassed nurse runs past us, skirts held in her hands.
    “Do you dislike children?” I ask, entertained at the little one’s cleverness in dodging capture attempts.
    “I don’t dislike them, nor do I like them. I’ve never understood why one must love children simply because they are children. I don’t love people because they are people; in fact, I rarely like any people at all. If a child is somehow deserving of admiration, I certainly won’t deny it, but why hand it out like candy on Queen’s Day?”
    I laugh, surprising him.
    “Do you think me terribly cruel, then?”
    “Actually, I agree. It is another great fault of mine my mother endeavored to correct. Children in general I’ve never cared for, though individual children I love very much.”
    “I knew you had taste. Though your lack of hat is rather shocking.”
    “Oh, fie on this country and its inordinate affection for hats. I would sooner love every child alive than I would wear a hat. My head is perfectly covered by my hair.”
    “But the sun! We Albens have a terrible fear of letting it touch more of our bodies than absolutely necessary.”
    “Which would explain the dour and listless spirit that pervades this country. Perhaps if you gave the sun a bit more attention, it would be flattered and come out more often.”
    “Perhaps.” He smiles, cane tucked behind his back as he leads with his angular shoulders and long strides. Everything about him is graceful, from the cut of his suit to the curve of his brow. “Jessamin, I should very much like to call on you.”
    I stop in my tracks. He turns immediately with his sly grin, as though he’d anticipated my reaction.
    “I—I’m sorry, I—”
    “But,” he says with a drawn-out sigh, “I’m afraid I cannot, simply because I do like you, ever so much. I should not have stolen this moment as it is. And so I’ll wish you safe wanderings, an utter absence of distasteful suitors, and many more days of sunshine for your hatless head.” He takes my hand in his and bends at the waist. A spark flames through me as his lips brush against my skin. I barely stifle a gasp.
    “If things were simpler,” he says. And this time in his smile I am shocked to see the same ache I feel for Melei.
    With that, he turns and leaves. I watch, bewildered as he walks away, his shadow stretching longer than any others around him, like it wants to stay.
    I press my fingers to my chest. What nonsense is my heart pattering out? I barely know him, and I’m almost certain I don’t care for him in the slightest.
    What an odd, beautiful man. I will never understand the customs of this