Miranda gave him a smile full of humor-tinged reproof. "We took care of that quite some time ago. A trifle prematurely, if you recall."
"Oh? And am I so very distracting?""Very. Although"- she smiled sheepishly- "I can't be 'distracted' very much lately."
"Mmmm. Sad, but true. I, unfortunately, am distracted all the time." He cupped her chin with his fingers and lowered his lips onto hers in a passionately tender kiss. "Every time I see you," he murmured."Every time?" she asked doubtfully.He gave her a solemn nod.
"But I look like a cow.""Mmm-hmm." His lips never left hers. "But a very attractive cow."
"You wretch!" She pulled away and punched him playfully on the shoulder.
He smiled devilishly in return. "It appears that this trip to London is going to be beneficial to my health. Or at least my body. It is fortunate I do not bruise easily."But somehow she was responsible for his coming to his senses. If there was any one true thing to be known that morning, that was it.
Lucy motioned to the lawn again. I shall take that stroll, she said.He nodded his greeting and watched her as she walked off. Her hair was smoothed neatly into a bun, the blond strands catching the sunlight like honey and butter.
He waited for quite some time, not because he expected her to turn around, or even because he hoped she would.It was just in case.