It took a moment to recall where she was. Then it all came rushing back to her. The library in the old portion of the abbey. The love she had shared with Andrew.It felt so good to be here with him. So right. As though everything in her life had been moving her toward this place, this man.It wasn’t just the joy, the passion, the pleasure they’d shared. It was this room. It was, she felt certain, an enchanted place. The spirits of the ones who had sought refuge here eons ago lingered still. She could feel their presence. Could sense their approval. It gave her great comfort.Some time during the night Andrew had started a fire and carried her to the fur-covered chaise. There, warm and cozy, they had whispered words of love while indulging all their fantasies.He had been an amazing lover. At times so easy and gentle with her, as though they had known each other for a lifetime. At other times their lovemaking had more resembled a sudden summer storm. All thunder and lightning and bursts of passion that caught them both by surprise, sending them into a frenzy of need.She heard the sound of labored breathing and Andrew’s muttered oath as, caught in the throes of a nightmare, he thrashed among the furs.“Andrew.”
