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Authors: Kristin Holt
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disappointment, but also much humor.
“Oh, yes.” Adam’s left arm, which lay folded between the two of them, left his hand to rest over his knees. He’d rather touch his wife’s knee, so he used the excuse of storytelling to tap her knee where it lay, within an easy each. “Oh, yes.” He tapped her knee with each word. Just a little love tap.
Would she allow him to rest his palm against the curve of her knee? Far too forward for a courting couple, and certainly not in public, but she was his wife, and they were alone.
Chapter Eleven
Determined to watch for any indication, either way, in her response, he slowly and carefully rested his palm over the curve of her knee… and immediately realized it was an uncomfortable angle he couldn’t possibly maintain. But he could rest his hand on her thigh, near the curve of her hip.
Most daring.
Most forward.
And most appealing.
“Young George Cannon went away grieving. He found himself remembering Lucinda in every waking moment.” Adam rested his hand carefully over his wife’s leg, so near her hip and nearly held his breath in anticipation.
And Josie, sweet Josie, remained perfectly relaxed and happy beneath his touch.
A thrill of happiness raced through him, and he found himself continuing with the story while his heart seemed to thrill at the joy of cuddling with his bride.
“George Cannon tried for weeks to stay away. Lucinda’s father and mother had rejected his suit. He didn’t know what they wanted to hear, but he found he couldn’t forget Lucinda. He thought of her when he saw her and thought of her when he did not. He sought her out, went places he knew she would be. He found himself completely disinterested in any other young lady of his acquaintance.”
He caressed Josie’s thigh with his thumb. He gave her a little squeeze. “You do realize this story is a true one and does have a happy ending. My grandparents had one of those great loves.”
“So you keep telling me. Do go on.”
“Finally, when George had tried to forget Lucinda without success, he approached Mr. Evans for what he hoped would be the last time— at least for the purpose of asking permission to court his daughter, Lucinda. ‘Please, sir,’ George said to Mr. Evans, ‘when I look at Lucinda, I see the light in her eyes that tells me when she’s happy and when she’s sad. When I look at Lucinda, I see the way she listens to the young ladies of her acquaintance— really listens, because it’s not only about what they have to say, but the fact that those girls are her friends and Lucinda chooses to give them her best.”
Josie drew a deep breath and sighed.
Adam would have to remember this and keep this part of her happy, too.
He could easily love a woman who found romantic things pleased her.
“Mr. Evans tried to bring the situation to a close, but George said, ‘sir, please, I beg of you, do hear the rest of my observations, for I’ve found I can think of nothing else. I awake with thoughts of Lucinda and know that today is Monday so she will be outside with her mother, hanging wash upon the line and if I walk by I might have the pleasure of her smile. And I know,’ my grandfather told his would-be father-in-law, ‘when I see Lucinda, my heart tells me she is the one woman on this earth that I cannot live without. It is not merely her smiles, her angelic voice, her uncommon friendship and her blue eyes. I see a lovely young woman, Lucinda, who makes me want to bring that smile to her face, that I yearn to listen to, to hear her thoughts and give her the very best I have within me.”
“I do hope Mr. Evans finally gave his permission.”
Adam squeezed Josie’s hand and her hip, loving the easy comfort between his wife and himself. Somehow their foreheads had drawn near one another and he yearned, more than usual, to kiss her. Just a sweet kiss that would punctuate his story, but given she didn’t know the tale as well as he, he felt
“Oh, yes.” Adam’s left arm, which lay folded between the two of them, left his hand to rest over his knees. He’d rather touch his wife’s knee, so he used the excuse of storytelling to tap her knee where it lay, within an easy each. “Oh, yes.” He tapped her knee with each word. Just a little love tap.
Would she allow him to rest his palm against the curve of her knee? Far too forward for a courting couple, and certainly not in public, but she was his wife, and they were alone.
Chapter Eleven
Determined to watch for any indication, either way, in her response, he slowly and carefully rested his palm over the curve of her knee… and immediately realized it was an uncomfortable angle he couldn’t possibly maintain. But he could rest his hand on her thigh, near the curve of her hip.
Most daring.
Most forward.
And most appealing.
“Young George Cannon went away grieving. He found himself remembering Lucinda in every waking moment.” Adam rested his hand carefully over his wife’s leg, so near her hip and nearly held his breath in anticipation.
And Josie, sweet Josie, remained perfectly relaxed and happy beneath his touch.
A thrill of happiness raced through him, and he found himself continuing with the story while his heart seemed to thrill at the joy of cuddling with his bride.
“George Cannon tried for weeks to stay away. Lucinda’s father and mother had rejected his suit. He didn’t know what they wanted to hear, but he found he couldn’t forget Lucinda. He thought of her when he saw her and thought of her when he did not. He sought her out, went places he knew she would be. He found himself completely disinterested in any other young lady of his acquaintance.”
He caressed Josie’s thigh with his thumb. He gave her a little squeeze. “You do realize this story is a true one and does have a happy ending. My grandparents had one of those great loves.”
“So you keep telling me. Do go on.”
“Finally, when George had tried to forget Lucinda without success, he approached Mr. Evans for what he hoped would be the last time— at least for the purpose of asking permission to court his daughter, Lucinda. ‘Please, sir,’ George said to Mr. Evans, ‘when I look at Lucinda, I see the light in her eyes that tells me when she’s happy and when she’s sad. When I look at Lucinda, I see the way she listens to the young ladies of her acquaintance— really listens, because it’s not only about what they have to say, but the fact that those girls are her friends and Lucinda chooses to give them her best.”
Josie drew a deep breath and sighed.
Adam would have to remember this and keep this part of her happy, too.
He could easily love a woman who found romantic things pleased her.
“Mr. Evans tried to bring the situation to a close, but George said, ‘sir, please, I beg of you, do hear the rest of my observations, for I’ve found I can think of nothing else. I awake with thoughts of Lucinda and know that today is Monday so she will be outside with her mother, hanging wash upon the line and if I walk by I might have the pleasure of her smile. And I know,’ my grandfather told his would-be father-in-law, ‘when I see Lucinda, my heart tells me she is the one woman on this earth that I cannot live without. It is not merely her smiles, her angelic voice, her uncommon friendship and her blue eyes. I see a lovely young woman, Lucinda, who makes me want to bring that smile to her face, that I yearn to listen to, to hear her thoughts and give her the very best I have within me.”
“I do hope Mr. Evans finally gave his permission.”
Adam squeezed Josie’s hand and her hip, loving the easy comfort between his wife and himself. Somehow their foreheads had drawn near one another and he yearned, more than usual, to kiss her. Just a sweet kiss that would punctuate his story, but given she didn’t know the tale as well as he, he felt
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