Chapter 2
“James? Is that you?” She called out, her heart beating wildly with the excitement of the moment.
Her face warmed with the heat of a blush when she heard a soft intake of breath a few feet behind her. This moment was a decade in the making. She had dreamed of this deep into the night, and she could scarcely breathe with the abundance of joy inside her. Every letter, every anxious day waiting for a messenger to bring her news of him, had finally led to this night. Her life could begin again, this time with James by her side.
“Good god, is that you, Gemma? What a glorious creature you’ve grown up to be!” a low masculine voice uttered breathlessly.
It was curious, she had expected to recognize his voice, to hear it be just the same as the boy’s voice she had carved into her memo
