She took a deep breath and smoothed a clammy hand over her skirt. "I don't know. One minute I was someplace else, the next I'm laying in your field." His expression hardened. She could cut a lemon with his cheekbones. She should. Then she could squeeze the juice right into those damn penetrating eyes.

"Miss Edwards, I am in no mood for tale-telling. I want the truth. Many of my sheep have gone missing, and you were in the very field from which they'd been taken. Please ...