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A job isn__ __ill death do us part_

I particularly want you to meet Miss Bucholtz._ The very idea made him uneasy. __hy is that,Ma__m?_ he bluntly asked. Mrs. Morgan hesitated. __eep this under your hat, mind you._ __es, Ma__m._ She let out a tired sigh. ____e brought Miss Bucholtz to replace Mr. Gabellini._ Howie pictured a dried up old spinster with the same commanding presence as Mrs. Morgan, a real battle-axe. __ireworks are coming. Are you sure a woman is the right, uh, person for the job?_ __ertha Bucholz is one of the best cooks I know. I guarantee by this time next month, you men will all be sporting five extra pounds.

Howie rose and smiled down at her. __ just eat what__ put before me without being picky. I know everything you make will make my tastebuds bless the day you set foot in Morgan__ Crossing_ he drawled, waiting to see the adorable look of confusion that crossed her face when he flirted.Bertha lowered her gaze and looked up at him through her eyelashes.__nly your tastebuds?

Even through her coat, he could feel the curve of her arm, making him aware of their differences. Man and woman. Hard and soft.

Don__ be sorry, Darlin__, he said in his best cowboy drawl, __or I__ certainly not. It__ not every day a man like me gets to assist such a pretty lady. Any time you need help in or out of a wagon, you just give me a holler_ he said in a teasing tone, ____l be right there, hoping you__l fall in my arms again.

Howie brought her hand to his lips. __ou stepped in front of me,_ he said in wonder. __ didn__ need you to. I can handle Prudence Morgan._ __ut you didn__._ She tapped his chest. __ou stayed quiet for the longest time before responding._ __uiet is how I handle difficult people_._ __ou don__ handle me that way._ Her voice came out sounding breathless. Howie slipped his arms around her. __f it were up to me, this is how I__ handle you._ Butterflies danced in her stomach. Not a fearful battering of wings, but a sparkling mating flight, making her heart soar into her throat. __hy isn__ it up to you?

Where do you prefer to sit, Sir?" (Lady Alexandra to William, the Duke, during her mail-order bride interview.)