And yet, unlike her father, Aaron held something over her that she couldn't deny, though it only made her angrier feeling the way his stern command seemed to arouse her. He loved her and she loved him, and try as she might to hate the very ground that he walked on, there was no way she could accomplish that. Just the previous night's love making reminded her of the deep felt need she had to have him close and caring for her, and yes, even exerting his authority over her. Try as she might to settle the angry brew inside her, however, she was forced to face the inevitable, forced to appear for her punishment as Aaron had commanded.
From the house to the barn, Abigail tiptoed just inside the door looking for her husband, finding him working in one far corner of the building. Approaching him
