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his library. One more time. He could seek her out for one more secret assignation. He didn't care this was wholly unlike him and pulled out a sheet of paper. Dipping his quill into the inkpot, he wrote.
Miss Sabine,
I shall be strolling by the riverbed, the very spot I first laid eyes on you. Tomorrow, two in the afternoon. I'd very much like to see you once more.
A
Ignoring the fact he'd penned the missive at all, Aiden sprinkled sand on it, folded, sealed it, and rang for the footman before he could change his mind. Calling himself all kinds of a fool, he instructed the footman to deliver the note as discreetly as possible. Once the man left, Aiden returned to his chair.
He scrubbed his hands over his face, turning to look out the large windows. Anticipation raced through his blood at seeing her again, taking that luscious body one last time.
* * * *
Faith sat in the gardens, absently gazing at the perfectly cultivated paths. The flowers were fine-looking and normally instilled a sense of peace, but not today. Her thoughts chased themselves around her mind, vainly trying to settle into coherent patterns. But she shied from those too, knowing what those thoughts meant.
She was losing Sabine.
Change thundered on the horizon, creeping closer as every moment ticked by. From almost the moment they met, when Sabine had befriended the shy Faith, she'd loved the other woman. Her innate inquisitiveness, her passion for learning, for creating. She was gifted at all she did—music, painting, poetry—and she knew so much about the outside world. Politics, history, details about the latest campaign against Napoleon, things Faith never would have discovered, let alone found interest in, until Sabine brought them to her.
The day they'd spent with Lord Severn had been the most beautiful of Faith's life. She didn't care Severn hadn't touched her. She didn't want him. Feared him, actually. No, it was Sabine she wanted. Sabine she loved.
And now she'd lost her.
Faith almost wished their day hadn't happened. That she never tasted Sabine's fragrant skin, brought her to orgasm, felt the moisture of her juices on her tongue and lips. Even now, her body tightened with the memories, wanted Sabine again.
Sabine would marry Mr. Reddick within the next several months, had already accustomed herself to that fate. Once she was attached to Mr. Reddick, there would be no time for them. What a lonely existence Faith would have afterward.
Too lonely, for Sabine was correct. Should word of their afternoon ever leak out, not only would both of them be ruined, but imprisoned in a mental institution. Or killed by a local mob.
“I can't spend the rest of my life without touching her again,” Faith whispered.
“Who are you talking to?”
Sabine's cheery voice startled Faith, who stood abruptly as if caught actually doing what she'd been only thinking of.
“No one,” she rushed to say.
“I looked for you in the house, but I see you're enjoying the day. Shall we walk along the stream?”
Faith willingly nodded and let her friend lead the way. They walked in silence for a bit, until they were in the wood. The trees were full of sounds, the wind rustling leaves, birds going about their daily business. It did naught to soothe Faith, who found herself even more depressed with this walk.
“You're not quite yourself,” Sabine said, taking her hand. An innocent gesture, Faith resisted holding on tightly. “You're a bit melancholy. I pray it's not because of our afternoon.”
“No,” she said quickly, “not at all. I've told you, it was the finest experience.”
“Then what is it, Faith?” Sabine asked, turning to eye her inquisitively. “What has you so forlorn?”
She smiled, stepped toward the stream. She watched the water glisten in the sunlight. The current moved fast, could be deadly, she knew. How easy it would be to walk into the cold water, let the current pull her away from the edge into the deep middle. Her skirts would
Miss Sabine,
I shall be strolling by the riverbed, the very spot I first laid eyes on you. Tomorrow, two in the afternoon. I'd very much like to see you once more.
A
Ignoring the fact he'd penned the missive at all, Aiden sprinkled sand on it, folded, sealed it, and rang for the footman before he could change his mind. Calling himself all kinds of a fool, he instructed the footman to deliver the note as discreetly as possible. Once the man left, Aiden returned to his chair.
He scrubbed his hands over his face, turning to look out the large windows. Anticipation raced through his blood at seeing her again, taking that luscious body one last time.
* * * *
Faith sat in the gardens, absently gazing at the perfectly cultivated paths. The flowers were fine-looking and normally instilled a sense of peace, but not today. Her thoughts chased themselves around her mind, vainly trying to settle into coherent patterns. But she shied from those too, knowing what those thoughts meant.
She was losing Sabine.
Change thundered on the horizon, creeping closer as every moment ticked by. From almost the moment they met, when Sabine had befriended the shy Faith, she'd loved the other woman. Her innate inquisitiveness, her passion for learning, for creating. She was gifted at all she did—music, painting, poetry—and she knew so much about the outside world. Politics, history, details about the latest campaign against Napoleon, things Faith never would have discovered, let alone found interest in, until Sabine brought them to her.
The day they'd spent with Lord Severn had been the most beautiful of Faith's life. She didn't care Severn hadn't touched her. She didn't want him. Feared him, actually. No, it was Sabine she wanted. Sabine she loved.
And now she'd lost her.
Faith almost wished their day hadn't happened. That she never tasted Sabine's fragrant skin, brought her to orgasm, felt the moisture of her juices on her tongue and lips. Even now, her body tightened with the memories, wanted Sabine again.
Sabine would marry Mr. Reddick within the next several months, had already accustomed herself to that fate. Once she was attached to Mr. Reddick, there would be no time for them. What a lonely existence Faith would have afterward.
Too lonely, for Sabine was correct. Should word of their afternoon ever leak out, not only would both of them be ruined, but imprisoned in a mental institution. Or killed by a local mob.
“I can't spend the rest of my life without touching her again,” Faith whispered.
“Who are you talking to?”
Sabine's cheery voice startled Faith, who stood abruptly as if caught actually doing what she'd been only thinking of.
“No one,” she rushed to say.
“I looked for you in the house, but I see you're enjoying the day. Shall we walk along the stream?”
Faith willingly nodded and let her friend lead the way. They walked in silence for a bit, until they were in the wood. The trees were full of sounds, the wind rustling leaves, birds going about their daily business. It did naught to soothe Faith, who found herself even more depressed with this walk.
“You're not quite yourself,” Sabine said, taking her hand. An innocent gesture, Faith resisted holding on tightly. “You're a bit melancholy. I pray it's not because of our afternoon.”
“No,” she said quickly, “not at all. I've told you, it was the finest experience.”
“Then what is it, Faith?” Sabine asked, turning to eye her inquisitively. “What has you so forlorn?”
She smiled, stepped toward the stream. She watched the water glisten in the sunlight. The current moved fast, could be deadly, she knew. How easy it would be to walk into the cold water, let the current pull her away from the edge into the deep middle. Her skirts would
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