Crossing his stretched out legs he smiled at the woman shielding her blushes from the sun with a red parasol. He’d looked into her eyes and his heart had been changed as if by magic. Emily Godfrey made his chest ache in the most pleasurable manner. He couldn’t imagine sharing his life with any other woman. He’d found his own version of perfection and was quite pleased with his good fortune. They hadn’t spoken a word for nearly an hour. They’d merely sat there smiling at each other; conversing without words. She’d look away. She’d meet his eyes and smile. She’d glance at his person and blush then look away. It was a pleasant routine he hoped would last forever. He could see by the position of the sun that it was noon and luncheon would soon be served, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t hungry, but if his stomach could gain his attention they still had the remains of their early morning picnic. He’d snuck into the kitchen made a basket and then fetched his willing companion.
