Seated by the chamber bed, William didn't know she was awake and watching him. She admired his strong features in soft repose as he read, unlike the scowl he usually wore when she moved about the room and did things for herself. Or the roguish smile that played along his lips when she beat him at chess.He filled an empty spot in her life with his caring nature and charming wit. Simply put, he was her best friend, but he wasn't real in the true sense of the word. He was a ghost. A fact she had a terrible time remembering. He had no idea that a simple glance in her direction kicked her pulse rate up several notches, or put unrealistic ideas into her sexually frustrated head.All that aside, Isabel enjoyed his company and felt happier than she had in years. Her life was changing, and her dreams were finally coming true. All save one. But lately her desire for a husband and family wasn't as mountainous as before.The only dark shadow in her world other than never knowing what William's touch would be like, was the unknown man who had tried to kill her.
