*Evangeline*
I refold the letter and slip it inside a book. Then I get up and begin pacing.
What should I wear for this midnight encounter? A cloak, perhaps, something to hide me from watchful eyes. Although with the meeting being held in my garden, the only watchful eyes would be those of my servants, and I simply forbid them from going in the garden at that time.
I look at the clock ticking on the mantel. I have two hours of waiting, two hours of worrying. I would no doubt be wise to ignore his summons.
‘We need to meet.’ Need. Had he not indicated that he had everything he could ever need? Then what could I possibly provide? Another kiss perhaps? Had he lain tossing and turning every night as I have? Has he been unable to sleep? Have I haunted his dreams as he haunted mine?
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