The Saxon Brides: Mistaken Mistress. Tessa Radley

She swallowed nervously. “What kind of a question is that?”

      “Answer me.”

      She shook her head.

      Something gave in the bleak, black gaze. “Now we’re making progress. I don’t believe that you’d sleep with one man, and then respond to me like you did down at the waterfall so soon after his death. Not if you really loved him—not with your black-and-white views of the world. Not even because of grief.”