Yet he knew she hadn’t read one sentence. She continually peered up at him then averted her gaze when she saw he watched her. Ever since she came downstairs, she had given him nervous glances as if she felt as unsure of her prediction as he was. The tension stretched tighter between them as time ...
She gazed at her surroundings. The bed, she lay on, was small, yet large enough for two if they slept close together. She fingered the handmade quilt someone had fashioned from scrapes of every material and design imaginable. It lent a homey atmosphere to the small room. A chair and a washbasin s...