“I imagine she was a wonderful woman.” Godric caressed Emily’s leg again, toying with the edge of the stocking near the knee, as though he longed to slide it off her. Emily felt her breath quicken but she struggled to remain calm.
“She was a great woman. My father said the world always needed more women like her. He wanted me to be as intelligent as she was.” Tears prickled Emily’s eyes, but they didn’t sting. They were tears of acceptance from remembering happier days. Would she ever feel that way again?
Godric stole her attention as he pulled her onto his lap, picked up the bowl of ice cream, and held a spoonful to her lips. He’d abandoned his cravat and waistcoat, the white lawn shirt molded to his frame. He rested his chin on her shoulder as he watched her eat. To sit on his lap, to
