"A small cluster of white fleabane near Miss Proctor's boot drew his attention. He grinned and bent to pluck the tiny daisy-like flowers. Making a deep bow, he held the miniature bouquet out to her. "Will you accept my apology, dear lady, and erase this entire conversation from your memory?" To his great relief, she returned his smile and even dipped into a curtsy as she accepted the flowers. "Thank you, kind sir. All is forgiven." Her eyes no longer glimmered with tears but with playfulness. Gideon found it difficult to look away."