“Illness is indecent,” Nora countered. When a woman fainted, all possibilities—even indelicate ones—had to be considered.
Rebecca’s eyes twinkled. “I know why Abigail swooned. She’s set her cap for Zeb, that’s why.”
“I thought so,” Nora said casually.
The blonde studied Nora from across the table. Both women stirred their tea until their lips tipped up in unison. When Rebecca gave in to a grin, so did Nora. The cook spoke first. “Are we thinking the same thing?”
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