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everything.”
Dawson raised his head. “I was hoping you’d say that because I never want you out of my sight, my love. It’s settled. This will be our room and we’ll spend all our nights in this big bed.” He smiled and kissed her lips. Her arms tightened around his neck and slowly he eased her back and down into the softness of the massive bed. “My darling,” he whispered hoarsely as his lips moved to her throat. His hand left her waist and slowly moved up to the fullness of her breast. His fingers trembled as he caressed its curve through the soft velvet of her dress. Kathleen sighed and arched her body up. “I wish we were married now,” he breathed against her neck and pulled her closer. “I want you so much, my darling.”
“Oh, Dawson,” she murmured and pulled his mouth to hers again. Dawson felt himself losing control as her sweet mouth responded to his kisses and the room around them started spinning. Abruptly, he sat up. Her eyes flew open and she looked at him, puzzled. “Darling, what’s wrong?”
“It’s time for us to go, Kathleen,” he said shakily and rose from the bed. He ran a brown hand through his disheveled hair and looked down at Kathleen, her arms spread out on the bed, her breath coming fast. A smile came to his full lips as calm returned and he put out his hand to her. “Come on, darling, and remember, the very next time we are in this room, you’ll be my wife and we can stay right here forever if we choose.”
She rose and smiled. “You’re right, darling. And don’t you dare change a thing about this room, I like it just the way it is.” She walked to the door and Dawson followed, nodding his agreement.
“Hannah,” Abigail called, “we’re ready to go into town, where are you?”
Hannah appeared at Abigail’s door, “Miz Abigail, I knows I promised to go with you and Miz Kathleen, but I’se feelin’ mighty poorly today. I wonders if I could stay here and rest?”
Abigail looked at Hannah’s tired face and said immediately, “Hannah, dear, of course you may stay home. Now go to your room and lie down. You stay right there until we get back, promise?”
“Well, sho, honey. I jest stay in my room and take a nap. You have a nice trip and I sees you when you gets back.” She ambled off.
When Abigail kissed her husband goodbye, Kathleen was already perched in the carriage waiting for her. “Louis, Hannah is sick and she asked if she could stay home. But don’t worry, you will not be disturbed, she’s promised to stay in her room all afternoon.”
“All right, dear. Take care.” Louis kissed his wife’s cheek. Abigail went to join Kathleen in the carriage. Daniel coaxed the horses and they left, Louis waving after them.
At precisely two o’clock, Dawson rode up to Sans Souci on a big, black stallion. No one was there to meet him, so he tied his horse to the fence and came up the long walk.
“Dawson, come in,” Louis answered the door himself.
“Hello, Mister Beauregard. Did Kathleen and her mother go on their shopping trip?” He smiled winningly at the older man.
“Yes, we’re quite alone, Dawson. Come into the library, please.” Louis’ face was stern as he closed the double doors behind them. “A drink, Dawson?” He poured one for himself.
“No thanks, Mister Beauregard. I’ll come right to the point,” Dawson smiled and stretched his hands out to the fire. Louis walked to the fireplace and stood looking at Dawson. “I love your daughter very much, as I’m sure you know. I want to marry her. I promise to take excellent care of Kathleen and cherish her forever. I hope you’ll give us your blessing.”
Louis took a long swallow of whiskey and looked into the fire, his eyes dark and cold. At last, he raised his head and looked straight at Dawson. “Mister Blakely, you are not about to marry my daughter!” He drained the whiskey glass and waited for Dawson’s reaction.
“Mister Beauregard, I don’t understand, surely you must
Dawson raised his head. “I was hoping you’d say that because I never want you out of my sight, my love. It’s settled. This will be our room and we’ll spend all our nights in this big bed.” He smiled and kissed her lips. Her arms tightened around his neck and slowly he eased her back and down into the softness of the massive bed. “My darling,” he whispered hoarsely as his lips moved to her throat. His hand left her waist and slowly moved up to the fullness of her breast. His fingers trembled as he caressed its curve through the soft velvet of her dress. Kathleen sighed and arched her body up. “I wish we were married now,” he breathed against her neck and pulled her closer. “I want you so much, my darling.”
“Oh, Dawson,” she murmured and pulled his mouth to hers again. Dawson felt himself losing control as her sweet mouth responded to his kisses and the room around them started spinning. Abruptly, he sat up. Her eyes flew open and she looked at him, puzzled. “Darling, what’s wrong?”
“It’s time for us to go, Kathleen,” he said shakily and rose from the bed. He ran a brown hand through his disheveled hair and looked down at Kathleen, her arms spread out on the bed, her breath coming fast. A smile came to his full lips as calm returned and he put out his hand to her. “Come on, darling, and remember, the very next time we are in this room, you’ll be my wife and we can stay right here forever if we choose.”
She rose and smiled. “You’re right, darling. And don’t you dare change a thing about this room, I like it just the way it is.” She walked to the door and Dawson followed, nodding his agreement.
“Hannah,” Abigail called, “we’re ready to go into town, where are you?”
Hannah appeared at Abigail’s door, “Miz Abigail, I knows I promised to go with you and Miz Kathleen, but I’se feelin’ mighty poorly today. I wonders if I could stay here and rest?”
Abigail looked at Hannah’s tired face and said immediately, “Hannah, dear, of course you may stay home. Now go to your room and lie down. You stay right there until we get back, promise?”
“Well, sho, honey. I jest stay in my room and take a nap. You have a nice trip and I sees you when you gets back.” She ambled off.
When Abigail kissed her husband goodbye, Kathleen was already perched in the carriage waiting for her. “Louis, Hannah is sick and she asked if she could stay home. But don’t worry, you will not be disturbed, she’s promised to stay in her room all afternoon.”
“All right, dear. Take care.” Louis kissed his wife’s cheek. Abigail went to join Kathleen in the carriage. Daniel coaxed the horses and they left, Louis waving after them.
At precisely two o’clock, Dawson rode up to Sans Souci on a big, black stallion. No one was there to meet him, so he tied his horse to the fence and came up the long walk.
“Dawson, come in,” Louis answered the door himself.
“Hello, Mister Beauregard. Did Kathleen and her mother go on their shopping trip?” He smiled winningly at the older man.
“Yes, we’re quite alone, Dawson. Come into the library, please.” Louis’ face was stern as he closed the double doors behind them. “A drink, Dawson?” He poured one for himself.
“No thanks, Mister Beauregard. I’ll come right to the point,” Dawson smiled and stretched his hands out to the fire. Louis walked to the fireplace and stood looking at Dawson. “I love your daughter very much, as I’m sure you know. I want to marry her. I promise to take excellent care of Kathleen and cherish her forever. I hope you’ll give us your blessing.”
Louis took a long swallow of whiskey and looked into the fire, his eyes dark and cold. At last, he raised his head and looked straight at Dawson. “Mister Blakely, you are not about to marry my daughter!” He drained the whiskey glass and waited for Dawson’s reaction.
“Mister Beauregard, I don’t understand, surely you must
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