Soon the fields would be planted, and the wild flowers would come into bloom. Stella was going to miss it this year, but she was determined not to long for home while she was away in Town. The sound of a horse’s gallop came to her and she turned, expecting to see Robert on his way back from wherever he’d ridden that morning. But it was James Norris coming toward her, hatless, though wearing his warm greatcoat.He slowed as he approached her and dismounted. “Good morning!” “My, don’t you look rested, Lieutenant Norris.”“Aye. I feel more rested than I have in weeks.” He gazed out over the vast fields where Tillie was loping back toward them. “I see your large friend wants to ascertain your safety.”Stella laughed, enjoying these few moments with James. “Yes, I think she does. She would know Robert, but you are still a stranger to her.”James stepped closer. “I would rather not be a stranger, Lady Stella.”Stella turned away, biting down on her lower lip. She needed to keep things light and amicable, just as he, no doubt, intended.
