Then, with a cheeky quirk of his brows, he leaned forward and murmured, “Would it be improper of me to admit that I am inordinately flattered by your attention to<br />the details of my face?”<br />Anne snorted out a laugh. “Improper and ludicrous.”<br />“It is true that I have never felt quite so colorful,” he said, with a clearly feigned sigh.<br />“You are a veritable rainbow,” she agreed. “I see red and . . . well, no orange and yellow, but certainly green and blue and violet.”<br />“You forgot indigo.”<br />“I did not,” she said, with her very best governess voice. “I have always found it to be a foolish addition to the spectrum. Have you ever actually seen a rainbow?”<br />“Once or twice,” he replied, looking rather amused by her rant.