Ah, well. That was a problem, really. Molly was a beautiful young woman, and she knew that like she knew four minus two equaled two. It was just a fact, she wasn't vain about it, but she knew when a man admired her for more than her scintillating conversational skills.

And Richard was, by all she'd seen, a good man, an attractive man, and someone who evidenced a rough kindness she found appealing. He was also a man who she hadn't seen much of since she'd told him about her magic. A man from nearly two hundred years in her past.

And she? She was no prize. He deserved more than what he'd get with her, and at the very least he deserved for her to be straight with him.

She folded her hands on the table and glanced down at them. "You're very kind."