近期热门的优选书刊《飘》，轻松有趣温柔的治愈你(24)

She remembered that he frequently told bald truths about himself when he spoke mockingly—mocking himself as well as others, and she hastily looked up at him. Were his feelings really hurt？Did he really care about her？Had he been on the verge of a proposal when he saw her palms？Or had he only been leading up to another odious proposal as he had made twice before？
If he really cared about her, perhaps she could smooth him down.But his black eyes raked her in no lover-like way and he was laughing softly.
“I don"t like your collateral. I"m no planter.What else have you to offer？”
Well, she had come to it at last. Now for it！She drew a deep breath andmet his eyes squarely, all coquetry and airs gone as her spirit rushed out to grapple that which she feared most.
“I—I have myself.”
“Yes？”
Her jaw line tightened to squareness and her eyes went emerald.
“You remember that night on Aunt Pitty"s porch, during the siege？You said—you said then that you wanted me.”
He leaned back carelessly in his chair and looked into her tense face and his own dark face was inscrutable. Something flickered behind his eyes but he said nothing.