Beatrice lay beside him, curled on her side and sleeping deeply. He watched her in the dim light, the steady rise and fall of her chest, the musical cadence of her breathing, and the lingering scent of lavender and red wine. It was a heady brew, and lying beside her after a full night of lovemaking left him breathless. More than that, she deserved better than him. Far better. In the midst of his wandering thoughts, he heard the distant jangling of a rig outside the bedroom widow. Because their room was above the yard by the stables, with the windows open, he could hear the horse sounds over the usual morning cacophony. Sliding out of bed, he crept quietly to the window and peered out. Below the window, a carriage waited. Beside it stood a woman of slender build, wearing a black gown and holding a black lace umbrella. For the moment she was turned away from him, inspecting the carriage, slowly walking from its front to its back. Then, turning around to face him, she lifted her chin and stared directly at him.
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