A deep sense of contentment warmed him from the inside out. It was always the same after an interlude with Kat. Christine sailed in, greeting him with a huge smile. “Good morning, Uncle Heath. You look well considering you were out all night.” All the blood drained from Heath’s face. His sense of well-being evaporated like a fine mist. What did she know? “What makes you think I was out all night?” “I heard you come in this morning just after dawn. I couldn’t sleep after having such a wonderful evening.” Her grin widened, if that were possible, and she spooned a mound of eggs onto her plate. “I was returning from my morning ride.” He folded his paper and set it aside striving for his usual calm. “In your evening wear? Come now, Uncle, who is she?” Christine pressed. Dear God, when had she gotten so blunt? So worldly? “Ladies do not ask such questions.” “But you taught me to speak my mind. Why would it surprise you I listened?” “Touché.
