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Jim Shaw was visiting with the Tafts, trying to charm Elizabeth's mother over a board game and failing, when John Shaw returned from his latest trip.
When the butler announced him, Elizabeth hurried out of her seat and rushed to the door, not waiting for him to be shown in. Jim followed behind her a short distance back.
John brought her flowers—and a small, reserved smile. "I know you like lavender."
"I do," Elizabeth replied. She was wearing lavender scent.
John acknowledged his brother behind her with a nod, and she suddenly realized she was standing exactly between them.