The Visitor (48 page)
“How wonderful,” Lizzy said, her voice dreamy.
Morland set the letter aside and slipped his arms around her.
“It was wonderful,” he agreed. “But I can’t say that I would switch England right now for Africa.”
Lizzy snuggled against him and kissed his neck and chin.
“Why is that?”
Morland’s eyes lit with little flames.
“I’ll give you a hint,” he said before his lips found hers. Lizzy had all she could do not to giggle, but her husband was right. His hint gave away the answer.
Pembroke
Alexander Tate had misplaced his wife of two months. He was certain she would be enjoying breakfast by now, but she was nowhere downstairs.
He glanced into the room they shared, Aunt Harriet’s old room, but didn’t see her. A thorough search of the upstairs did not unearth her, and Tate was headed back down the stairs when he remembered.
“I had a feeling I would find you here,” Tate said, having finally gained the second-story porch from their bedroom. He hadn’t checked earlier because the days had cooled considerably.
“I did warn you,” Cassandra said with a smile, “that I would want to live out here.”
“Yes, you did.” Tate put his hands on the arms of her chair and bent to give her a lingering kiss.
“Are you not cold?”
“Not anymore.”
Tate took a seat nearby.
“What’s this?” Cassandra asked, seeing the paper in his hand.
“A letter from Ellenborough. A bill actually.”
“Well worth it, I would imagine.”
“Yes. Pierrepont is behind bars, and we recover a little more property all the time.”
“How did he ever imagine he would get away with such a scheme?”
“I don’t know. I tried to speak to him, but he wouldn’t see me.”
Cassandra remembered that. At the time, Tate said that his business manager had probably hated him for years. It made them both very sad.
“Would you like to go riding with me today?” Tate invited.
Cassandra looked at him.
“Do you think you should?”
“Yes.”
“What brought this about?”
“I finally feel that it’s time. I haven’t been afraid really, just not willing to risk it again.”
“So why now?”
Tate studied her. “I don’t know, except that I want to do everything with you. I don’t want to have a part of our life that you have to enjoy without me while I stand on the side and watch.”
“Will you mind, Tate, if we go very slowly?”
“Who’s worrying now?”
“I am.”
Tate kissed her again.
“We won’t move above a walk. We’ll just ride along on this sunny, cool morning, knowing we have all the time in the world.”
Cassandra liked the sound of that. She leaned and kissed him and then pulled back, getting ready to stand.
“Shall I go and dress now? Would you like to leave right away?”
Tate was already pulling her back to him, his arms possessive and strong.
“Later,” he said softly. “Remember, we have all the time in the world.”
L
ORI
W
ICK
is a multifaceted author of Christian fiction.
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very widely in location and time period.
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