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Rushing Back
Even better than that magical night had been, was how lovely the morning proved to be.
Elsabet had crept out just before dawn and he’d assumed she’d left to ready for her day as she generally did in the morning.
Though not this early.
But to his sheer astonishment, she’d returned after a time with a bit of toast and some eggs along with a warm cup of tea.
“Did you make it?” He sat up to give her a curious look.
“Did you think I couldn’t cook toast and an egg?” She lifted a brow.
I suppose I hadn’t imagined you over a stove.
“I was a regular woman once.” She reminded with a chiding look. Handing him the platter.
He took the platter, and blinked up at her.
“What?” She eyed him askance.
“Are you intending to slaughter me?”
“With a cup of tea?” She said innocently. Pressing it toward him.
“Is it poisoned?” He playfully eyed it.
“Why would I waste my time with that, when I kn
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