The girls turned as one to see a handsome young man with blond hair and glasses. His blue eyes twinkled behind them. He spread his arms wide showing off his elegant black suit. “Look, no guns.”
Violet shrank back.
“Nathaniel Clark?” Grace asked.
“My friends call me Nate.” He held out his hand and she took it, surprised when he kissed her fingers.
“An honor to meet you, Mr. Clark.” She introduced herself and her friends, apologizing for their ignorance.
“I confess to perpetuating that illusion.”
“You don’t look like an explorer at all,” Constance said.
“Looks can be deceiving.”