Peter touched her arm as if he were offering his silent support and brought her back to her senses. “We’re just here to fetch the kittens for Elizabeth.” Her own words rang stupidly in her ears. Did all those with broken love affaires and engagements feel this awkwardness? Aimee looked directly at Emily. “Miss Eliot, I am taking the white and orange one with me when we go to Montreal.” Her English was surprisingly good and her eyes were sharp and intelligent. So different from the dark-eyed, placid expressions of her adoptive parents. Emily understood Alex’s panic to get Aimee on her ship to Canada. Anyone who saw the two of them together would know this was his child. Under the gaze of those clear, blue-grey eyes, Emily felt her chest go tight and her lips shook as she smiled back. It was too strange to look into eyes so like Alex’s and to know she was his. The thought that her own child, should she have been married to Alex, might have looked the same wiped all ability to think from Emily’s mind.
