A sweet tidbit
from the Captain’s Rose . . .
When another hour passed and he still had
not seen her, Jayce started walking in the direction she had gone, wondering if
he should be concerned for her well-being. He only walked five minutes before he
saw her standing at the crest of a hill, her back to him, her skirts and tartan
shawl blowing in the breeze. Even from the distance his heart quickened at the
sight of her. She was so beautiful!
He made no effort to be quiet as he
approached her, but she jumped at the sound of his voice. “Do you still want me
to leave you alone?”
“No,” she said and actually looked glad to see him.
“Forgive me . . . for walking away like that. I don’t know whether I was
embarrassed, or . . . shocked; or both. But I just . . . needed some
time.”
“I understand,” he said. “I really do. But I do wish you would talk to
me, because . . . quite frankly I feel like I’ve thrown my heart at your feet
and if you don’t want it there, I need to know. And there are some points that
have come up between us that have left me . . . shall I say, confused?”
1 comment:
I am a fan of your writing.. keep it up!!! as I know you have cause I have a few books of yours...
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