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Chapter 27 ~ "When the Sun Kisses the Valley"

Posted on Monday, 28 June 2004

"I discovered that night that a man is never so capable and alert as when in the service of a woman he hopes to please."
~ Nicholas Van Tassel from All He Ever Wanted by Anita Shreve

Elizabeth found herself walking past the endless rows of grapevines that covered the land of Pemberley Ranch & Vineyard. This time she was not lost. She felt a familiarity, a connection to the land that seemed to exist in her for years even though Elizabeth had just visited it a few days ago.

It was that time of spring when the land was just shedding its winter drabness and signs of life and renewal were emerging. Green buds were beginning to form on the outstretched limbs of the grapevines. This had always been Elizabeth's favorite time of the year.

"I thought I'd find you here." Off to her right was William on a chocolate colored stallion. He dismounted it with ease and walked towards her.

Her smile was wide. "I didn't realize I was gone for so long."

"Not very long." He kissed her and let his lips linger for a moment. "But, long enough."

"It amazes me after all these years that you could miss my presence so easily."

"It shouldn't." He raised an eyebrow. "I recall you feeling the same way when I had to go to New York for a business trip for a couple of days."

"That was different." She looked down. "You had promised me that I wouldn't have to spend more than one night alone."

"I'm truly sorry for that." He lifted her chin with the tip of his fingertips. "If it helps, I didn't sleep very well either." He gently rubbed her swollen belly. "I was worried."

She cupped his face. "I'm glad-We're glad that you're home now."

He held her and everything was as it should be. Every time he wrapped his arms around her, she felt complete and at peace.

Elizabeth felt his arms tighten around her, but this time it was different. She could not explain it. She moved to get a better look at William.

Her movements caused her to wake from her dream. Her eyes fluttered open and when she saw the elegant ceiling that was in William's bedroom, she blinked several times. It was all a dream.

Tentatively, she looked around her. The room was the same except now the early morning light attempted to pour inside the room. To her left, behind her, was William. He had one arm wrapped around her waist. When she tried to shift to face him, his arm tightened around her, preventing any further movement.

She could not help smiling.

So, it was all a dream. She had dreams of William before, but this was the first dream where it went beyond passion and lust. They had a future and they had made a home together. It was hard to imagine and yet it seemed entirely plausible. It felt real.

She managed to turn around. Then she reached over and brushed away a brown curl that fell on William's forehead. Last night, they both confessed their feelings for each other. Could they possibly build a future on those feelings? She had been staring hard at William's outline when he opened his eyes.

"Sorry. Did I wake you?"

He stared at her for a moment. Before she could ask what was wrong, he kissed her. Then he pulled away and stared at her again. He reached for her and ran his thumb across her cheek. "I thought last night. . . I had to make sure."

William raised himself on his elbows and looked down at Elizabeth. "You're definitely real." And before Elizabeth could say anything, his mouth was on her lips again.

She wound her fingers in his hair and let him reassure his doubts. If anything, she also needed some reassurance too.

When he let her catch her breath, Elizabeth sighed and said, "Is this what you meant when you said you wouldn't be able to help what would happen in the morning?"

A smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. "I'm just getting started." Before he could make good on his word, his telephone rang.

"You should answer that."

He was about to disagree when he recognized the double ringing tone as an in-house phone call coming through. He moved over to the other side of the bed and picked up the phone. "Yes?"

His features softened when the caller relayed the message. "Of course. I'll be down there as soon as I can." He hung up the phone.

She gave him a curious look.

William said, "It was Mrs. Reynolds. The Gardiners are already up and about. She's getting breakfast ready." He hesitated. "She thought it would be nice if I could make an appearance before they left."

She stifled her amusement. He reminded her of a young boy who was just told to mind his manners. She sat up on the bed. "I should get going to. I'm sure they're wondering where I am."

"Will. . . will they be concerned about where. . ."

She smiled. "Don't worry. My uncle won't be coming after you with a shotgun, if that's what you're concerned about."

He chuckled. Then his face became serious. "I'll walk you back to the cottage."

She shook her head. "There isn't time for you to walk me back to the cottage, shower, get dressed, and then come back to the cottage to see the Gardiners off."

"I could surprise you." He took her hand and led her out of the room.

They walked silently down the hall and when they got to the bottom of the stairs, she said, "This really isn't necessary."

"You decided to spend the night with me. The least I could do is walk you back to the cottage."

They had reached the porch by way of the sitting room. When they had descended the steps, Elizabeth stopped and turned to face William.

"Can we compromise?" She kissed him.

He smiled.

"I just. . . I know my uncle wouldn't. . . it's just. . . this is all so new. . . ."

He laid a hand on her shoulder. "I can be there for you. You don't have to be alone."

"I know." It was not that she did not want him there. "I need. . . I'm not sure. . . I'm not ready to. . ."

"Do you have regrets?"

She shook her head. "I don't know how to explain to them that at the beginning of this weekend there was nothing between us and now, by the end of the weekend, I return to the cottage early in the morning with you by my side."

"Oh."

"I mean, they suspected something, but they didn't expect this. Not that I regret anything. I don't. I just. . ."

By then, William had guided her back to the cottage. They were standing just a few feet away from the door.

Elizabeth let out a deep breath. "Well, I guess that answers that question."

"Shall we go inside?"

Before she could answer, Mary came up behind them. "Oh. I was just on my way to the cottage." She walked past them, making a concerted effort not to let her eyes linger on them too long. "I'm going to help Aunt Madeline with the kids." She opened the door. "We should be at the house in half an hour for breakfast." Mary gave them a pointed look before she went inside and shut the door.

"Your sister is subtle." He said.

"Yes. I haven't given her enough credit."

William looked at her for a moment. "Does it bother you what your family will think?"

"No. I think if anything they'll be shocked."

"Shocked?"

"Well, they were aware of the strong dislike I had for you."

"I'm glad you said had."

She chuckled. "But, the whole time they were rooting for you."

"Really?"

She nodded. "My mother and my sisters were. My dad. . . he's hesitant, but he is my father."

"Which is understandable."

She looked at him, her eyes searching his face.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"Do you know what you're getting yourself into?"

He held her face. "Very much so."

"If you think Georgiana was a handful, my sisters are-" He stopped her lips with his.

He pulled away and said, "As much as I'm looking forward to getting to know your sisters better, they're not the one I'm interested in."

She smiled.

"You better get going. We wouldn't want Mary to think we didn't pick up on her hint."

"Alright." He kissed her again and she watched him disappear from the path.

Elizabeth walked to the door and let herself in. She could hear Mary and her aunt talking to the children in the nursery. She walked to her own room, but when she reached the doorway, she heard her uncle say, "Good morning, Elizabeth."

She jumped in her spot and turned around. "Good morning, Uncle Edward."

"We'll be going to the big house for breakfast soon. Will you be joining us?"

"Yes, of course. I just have to. . . shower and change."

He nodded.

Elizabeth shifted in her spot. "Uncle Edward. . . about last night. . ."

He held up his hands. "Elizabeth, you and William are adults. What you two decide to do with your time is between the two of you."

Her shoulders relaxed.

"But. . ."

Her shoulders tensed again.

"I would hate to see you get hurt."

"Uncle Edward, thank you for your concern. I understand why you'd be worried. And I'll admit I'm a little overwhelmed by this new relationship, but. . ." She looked at her uncle. "William is a good man. I don't think he'd start a relationship if his intentions weren't serious."

He studied his niece for a moment. Then he said, "I think you're right. I'm very happy for you both."

Elizabeth walked over and hugged her uncle.

He cleared his throat. "You better start getting ready. If your aunt sees you, she'll want every detail and I don't want to be late for Mrs. Reynold's breakfast."

She laughed and walked back to her room. She shut the door and proceeded to get ready for a shower. Elizabeth hurried, so that she could have breakfast with the Gardiners before they returned home.

William and Elizabeth had seen the Gardiners and Mary off two hours ago. William exacted a promise from them to visit in the future. Georgiana had emerged from the house and was disappointed to have missed them by minutes. She was, however, secretly pleased to see that things between William and Elizabeth had improved. They all walked back together to the house and Georgiana stifled the "Aww!" that threatened to come out when William took Elizabeth's hand.

It was only a few minutes until the kitchen was flooded with the rest of the houseguests. Craig was the first to arrive, followed by Charlotte and Richard. The last were Jane and Charles. They all took their places at the ranch hands' knotty pine table. Each couple sat side by side except for William and Elizabeth. Elizabeth sat at the end of the table and William sat across from her at the other end.

Conversation centered over the Toast Party, the ranch, and eventually the upcoming work week. Since William and Elizabeth had already eaten breakfast with the Gardiners, they sat and listened and occasionally stole long looks at each other. If anyone noticed their preoccupation, they did not mention it. Eventually, their attention was brought back to the conversation when Charles mentioned he spoke to Louisa last night.

Charlotte asked, "How is she?"

"She's fine." He hesitated before he continued, "Caroline's been staying with her. Apparently, she. . . didn't want to be alone this weekend."

There was a lull in the conversation. Jane said, "Louisa says Caroline was out of sorts, but is improving."

Elizabeth said, "I'm glad to hear that."

Charles continued, "Caroline even talked about moving out." He glanced at Jane. "She talked about moving to New York."

Charlotte said, "New York? Really?"

Charles nodded. "She wants to. . . get a new start."

There was another lull in the conversation.

Richard cleared his throat. "Well, if she needs anything. . ."

Charles waved his hand. "From the sound of things, Caroline is determined to make it on her own. In fact, when I talked to Hurst, he said, when he offered to call some people he knew in New York about a place to stay, Caroline refused."

Elizabeth looked down at her tea cup.

William shifted in his spot. After a moment, he said, "Well, like Richard said, if there's anything we can do. . ."

Charles smiled at his friend. "Thank you. I'll keep it in mind."

The conversation turned to work and soon Elizabeth and William were once again, sneaking looks at each other. Elizabeth tried to concentrate on something Charles was talking about. Something about interviewing, hiring, and Richard making suggestions about another thing, but she was distracted by William nudging her foot with his, drawing her attention to him. He acted as if nothing happened.

She thought two could play at this game. Very slowly, she brushed the top of her foot over his calf. That action caused him to sit up in his seat.

Georgiana, who was sitting next to him, said, "Are you alright?"

"Uh. . . yeah. Nothing's wrong." He felt the back of his neck burn and he smiled when he saw that Elizabeth had the decency to blush.

Georgiana looked at her brother for a moment before she said, "So, it's alright then?"

His brow wrinkled. "Yeah, it's alright."

Richard said, "William, you do know what you're agreeing to, right?"

William looked at Georgiana and then at Richard. "Uh. . ."

Richard shook his head. "Your younger sister, my young cousin, was just asking you if it would be alright if she and Craig could use the cabin in Big Sur."

William's mouth was now partly open.

Elizabeth said, "What's wrong with that?"

Richard let out a sigh. "Well, I'm sure Georgiana doesn't plan to stay there by herself."

Charlotte elbowed Richard. "What are you trying to say?"

Richard rubbed his side. "No offense to you or Craig, but. . . she is my young cousin."

Charlotte said, "And she's also old enough to take care of herself."

"Old enough? I don't think she'll ever be old enough."

Georgiana sat up in her seat. "Don't talk about me as if I wasn't here. I'm certainly old enough to take care of myself."

"Of course you can take care of yourself. But, we're talking about you being alone. . . with a boy. . . in the wilderness no less!"

"You're talking as if I'm going to be abducted. I'm going because it's my choice. My own free will."

Craig put a hand over Georgiana's. "Sweetheart, it's alright. We'll forget about the trip."

The color rose in her cheeks. "I will not forget about this. I'm not going to be bullied. I've tolerated it long enough."

"Georgie?"

She turned at the sound of her brother's voice. She was prepared to argue with him too, but Georgiana was quick to recognize the concern in his eyes. Her shoulders relaxed and she said, "Yes, Will?"

"Is this very important to you? To you and Craig?"

She hesitated before she said, "It is important, but. . . I suppose it's not very important."

"When did you plan on using the cabin?"

"In two weeks."

William considered her words for a moment. "Would you consider waiting a month?"

"A month? I don't see why."

"Well, the cabin hasn't been used in some time, so it might need some fixing up. And. . . since this seems important to you, you probably want the cabin to be. . . suitable."

"Suitable?!" Charlotte silenced Richard by giving him another jab, but this time at his stomach.

Georgiana stared at her brother in half disbelief and half bewilderment.

"And after a month if you're still sure about this, the cabin will still be there."

"But, a month?" She turned to Craig and looked at him for an answer.

He put a reassuring hand on her arm. "I think your brother is being reasonable." He lowered his voice. "I can wait."

Georgiana's brow creased, but she managed a small smile. Then she looked at her brother. She studied him for a moment and realized that even though he was concerned, he also was aware of what she was intending to do with Craig. She never thought he would ever understand or even let her. . . Georgiana blinked away tears. Her dear older brother was letting go of her.

She nodded and said, "OK. A month is fine."

"I can't believe-"

Charlotte stood up. "Richard, we need to finish packing."

"Packing, but-"

She pulled on his arm. "Come on. We have to get going."

"But-" She pulled Richard out of the kitchen.

William shook his head. "I'll have a talk with him."

Georgiana smiled.

They finished up their breakfast and got ready to leave. Charles and Jane were the first who were ready to go. Their bags were already downstairs. William, Elizabeth, Charles, and Jane waited for everyone else out on the porch. They were taking the private jet back to LA. While they waited, William and Charles paired off to talk and Elizabeth and Jane did the same.

Jane said, "It looks like you're staying."

Elizabeth nodded. "Aunt Madeline said they didn't mind me staying here."

"How long do you plan to stay?"

"Well, my vacation is for two weeks."

"You're staying here for two weeks?"

Elizabeth shrugged. "Maybe a couple of days." She sneaked a look at William. "I guess it all depends on William with his work."

Jane nodded. Then she said, "It seems the two of you have come to an understanding."

Elizabeth tucked some hair behind her ear. "I guess you could say that." She shifted in her spot. "Is it that obvious?"

Jane smiled. "You guys couldn't take your eyes off each other at the table."

Elizabeth blushed.

They were soon joined by Charlotte. Richard joined the men.

Charlotte said, "So, what did I miss?"

Elizabeth laughed and Jane proceeded to tell Charlotte that Elizabeth was staying. Soon, they had Elizabeth giving some details of how she and William reached an understanding the previous night.

Richard was sullen when he joined William and Charles. He shoved his hands in his pockets. "I suppose we'll be heading off soon."

Charles said, "Lots of work to look forward to."

Richard grunted.

William raised an eyebrow at him. "You're not going to be missish over my decision to let Georgiana use the cabin, are you?"

"Do you realize what she's intending to do?"

"Yes."

"And?! You're just going to. . . let her."

"She is old enough to decide. She's almost twenty-one years old."

He gave her an incredulous look. "Who am I talking to? Charlotte tried to convince me of that. I love her, but her brother and Georgiana are a different matter."

William turned to face Richard. "You're in love with Charlotte?"

"I-I" Charles gave him and expectant look. "Oh, you both know that I am."

William and Charles chuckled.

Richard tried to stay upset. "Which is not the point. The point is that Georgiana is-"

"In love." William finished.

Richard stared at him as if he spoke in Chinese.

Charles agreed. "You two have done an excellent job raising her and I think Craig is a fine choice. Georgiana's not one to give her self up to just anyone."

Richard considered Charles's words for a moment. "No, I suppose you are right."

Charles added, "And Craig is Charlotte's brother for goodness sake. If anything, you know Craig comes from a good family."

Richard nodded. "True."

William said, "She also has a month to change her mind."

Richard raised one of his eyebrows. "Is that why you said a month?"

"It'll give her time to really think about it and enough time for her to change her mind."

Charles asked, "So, having brotherly concerns had nothing to do with it?"

"Of course it did. I would've said two months, but then she'd catch on."

Richard laughed. "Well, I'm glad it does concern you." He looked at his cousin for a moment. "I was beginning to think something was clouding your judgment."

William rolled his eyes.

Charles said, "Yeah, that same something that prevented you from passing the sugar. Georgiana finally passed it to me after the fourth time I asked for it."

He shook his head. "You did not ask for the sugar."

"Yes, he did." Richard continued, "But, you couldn't take your eyes off of Elizabeth."

The tops of William's ears burned.

Charles clapped his shoulder. "It's alright. We all knew you two would eventually hit it off."

"Eventually being the key word." Richard said.

William snuck a glance at Elizabeth. "Yeah, eventually."

Georgiana and Craig were the last to join them and everyone made their way toward the drive in front of the house where the car was waiting.

Charlotte turned to William. "We should do something like this again. It's nice hanging out together outside of work."

William nodded. "I'd like that."

Charlotte hugged him, but whispered in his ear. "Take care of Lizzy."

He smiled at her.

Richard pulled Elizabeth aside and when he was sure that no one could hear them, he said, "I'm making Marie my assistant."

A look of confusion mixed with hurt clouded Elizabeth's face. "But-I didn't realize you were unhappy with my work."

He shook his head. "It's not that." He glanced at the scenic view of the vineyard. "I don't think you're coming back."

Elizabeth now looked at him with disbelief. "What are you talking about? Of course I'm coming back."

He placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's alright. You'll understand later."

She opened her mouth and was about to tell him how wrong he was to doubt her loyalty, but then she closed her mouth.

"What?"

"I was about to disagree with you, but. . . you've been right about me and William all along. It's probably best that I just try to keep my mouth shut and see what happens."

Richard laughed. "Now you're learning."

In an uncharacteristic show of affection, Elizabeth kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for putting up with me."

He smiled and then said, "Well, I'll forgive you. . . when you name your first born after me."

Elizabeth swatted him on the arm.

"Excuse me for interrupting a very questionable conversation, but Charlotte's waiting." William walked over to them.

Richard said, "Questionable?"

"One minute she's kissing you and then she's hitting you. You could guess what kind of picture that's painting."

Richard raised an eyebrow at his cousin. "Well, I'm sure Elizabeth will fill you in on all the sordid details." He began to walk away. "Just remember what I said Elizabeth. First born is mine." He got in with the others and the car rolled down the drive and in a few minutes it was gone.

When the dust settled, William said, "First born? Should I even ask?"

"I'll tell you, but later on."

They stood shoulder to shoulder staring at the empty drive. They were alone. Together. On the ranch.

They started at the same time.

William said, "You go ahead."

"I was just going to say that you handled the cabin thing with Georgiana very well."

He took her hand and led her back in the direction of the house. "I can't say it was easy."

"I know. I know how hard it is to accept the fact that younger sisters become women."

He smiled.

When they reached the porch, Mrs. Reynolds came out.

"Are they all gone?"

William said, "Yes. They just left."

A soft smile spread across her lips. "It was good to have the house full again."

William agreed.

Snapping back into housekeeper mode, Mrs. Reynolds continued, "I'm going into town to pick up a few things. Is there anything in particular either of you would like for lunch or dinner?"

William looked at Elizabeth. She shrugged. "No, not really."

William said, "Whatever you decide will be fine."

Mrs. Reynolds said, "Alright. I should only be gone for a few hours, but if you get hungry there's some cold cuts and fruit in the refrigerator and some cookies in the pantry."

She turned to go back in the house, but stopped mid-stride and said, "Oh, and Elizabeth's things were moved to your room like you asked." Mrs. Reynolds turned around and walked into the house.

Elizabeth looked at William and blinked several times. "You had my stuff moved? To your room?"

"I-Well-"

"My stuff from the cottage is now in your room?"

William rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "Mrs. Reynolds didn't think you'd want to stay alone in the cottage now and she asked me which room to move your stuff and. . . well. . . I didn't think. . . I. . ."

Elizabeth continued to look at him with her mouth partly open with mild bewilderment. Or maybe it was indignation.

He plunged ahead. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have presumed to know what you. . . I didn't think. . . I mean, of course I thought about it. . . I just didn't think about what you. . ." He looked down and his hand rubbed his forehead. "Oh, god."

She stepped foreword and placed a hand on his arm. "I'm not angry."

His hand fell from his forehead, and took hold of Elizabeth's hand. "You're not?"

"No, I was just. . . surprised."

"Really? I thought I had taken it too far too soon. Or at least, you heartily disapproved of what I did." He drew her closer. "If you want, there's an adjoining room next to mine. It's supposed to be my mother's room, but she never used it. It's still kept in good condition though. I'll understand if you'd prefer that arrangement."

"I. . ." Elizabeth hesitated and then said, "Is that what you'd want?"

He squeezed her hand. "I thought it was quite obvious what I wanted."

Elizabeth swallowed at the change in his voice. He used that low, intimate tone he only used with her. "I-" She cleared her throat. "I'd like to stay with you."

"Good." He brushed his lips on the corner of her mouth. "I don't think I could stand it, lying in bed alone, knowing you were just in the next room."

Elizabeth tilted her mouth, so it would catch his. After a moment, her lips lingered on his while she said, "I wouldn't have been able to stay away."

He wrapped his arms around her. "I don't think I'd be able to sleep without you." William buried his lips onto the crook of her neck.

"You'd managed." She teased.

He looked up at her. "I'd be hoping you wouldn't be with someone else."

"Do you really think I'm that fickle?" She wrapped her arms around his neck.

He shook his head. "I didn't mean-"

She silenced his lips with hers.

After she let him catch his breath, he said, "What I meant was that I hope you wouldn't want to be with anyone else."

"What do I have to do to convince you that I don't want anyone else?"

The question, although meant to tease, effectively brought on an abrupt silence in their conversation.

After a moment, William eased his hold on Elizabeth. "You don't have to prove anything. I believe you."

"I know."

He released her, but took a hold of her hand. "I had planned to take you horseback riding. Remember we talked about it the other night?"

"Yes." He led her towards the stables. "But-"

"I know. You said horses scare you because they're so big, but I'll be there. I won't let anything happen to you."

"I know." She pulled on his hand and he stopped to look at her. "It's just. . ."

"What?"

She fidgeted with one of the loops on her jeans. "Do you really want to go horseback riding now?"

"Well, I thought. . ." He saw that expression on her face. A small smile crept on the corner of his mouth. "If you didn't want to go-"

"I do, but couldn't we go later?"

He raised his eyebrow and drew her closer. "Later? When?"

"Maybe. . . tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? What are we going to do all day then?" When he saw that expression on her face again, her eyes were dark and her mouth was partly open, understanding dawned on him.

"I think we can figure something out." Her sultry voice caused something inside of him to burn.

"I'm sure we could." He drew her to him.

She placed a hand on his chest, leaning away from him. "I'm not going to deny that I really. . ." William's lips were working their way down her neck. "I. . . uh. . . Do you think. . .do you think we're moving. . . too fast?"

Not fast enough, he thought. He started moving towards the house.

Elizabeth's fingers became entwined in William's hair. "I don't usually do this so soon in a relationship. I. . ." She struggled to keep her eyes from crossing when she felt not just his lips, but his warm, soft mouth behind her ear.

They stumbled up the steps and through the kitchen door. They, actually, Elizabeth spent some time pinned to the ranch hands' table, but William realized that Mrs. Reynolds would be extremely upset if she found them in her kitchen in such a compromising position. He lifted Elizabeth into his arms and carried her to his room.

She had a minute to recollect her thoughts. "I was going to say you don't think this is happening too soon?"

"I. . ." He stopped in the middle of the hall. "Do you think this is happening too soon?"

She buried her face in his neck. "I don't know."

He pulled his head back, so he could get a glimpse of her. "You don't know if you want to-"

"No, I want to, it's just. . ." She looked at him. "I'm usually not this easy."

He gave her a slow smile. "Neither am I." He continued walking with a determined pace.

She laughed.

When they reached his room, he finessed the door open, walked through, and shut the door. He set Elizabeth down gently.

She sensed his hesitation. "What?"

"I've thought about this, many times. It's almost unbelievable that-We-You-Here-"

Elizabeth kissed him. Then she said, "I think I'd understand better if you showed me what you meant."

A corner of his mouth pulled up. "That could take a while."

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's a good thing I'm not going anywhere."

His arms found their way around Elizabeth and he hugged her closer to him. He caught a faint, sweet floral scent when he nuzzled the soft spot below her ear. William was going to say how he hoped she'd never leave, but his lips had found another way to express what he thought. His lips found a trail from below her ear, across the soft curve of her jawbone, and finally to her lips.

She felt her knees wobble, so Elizabeth's arms tightened around William's neck. She didn't think she would ever get used to his kisses. One moment they were sweet and gentle and other times they were ardent and intense. This time it was sweet, eager, yet tender. It was the most romantic kiss she ever experienced.

They shuffled their way toward the bed. His touch was hesitant at first, but when Elizabeth became very responsive, he let his fervor for her take over.

In her dreams, William anticipated her needs, knew where and how to pleasure her, and he pursued her with a tenacity and passion that left her wanting more. Elizabeth felt all those things now, but there was an underlying emotion through William's actions.

When she was unclothed, William looked at her with an awestruck expression. She felt his gaze taking in the curves and valleys of her body and it caused her to shift in her spot.

William reached for her face and looked into her eyes. Her expression softened, and she no longer felt self conscious or vulnerable. Although Elizabeth knew William wanted her, she could see in his eyes a bottomless well of love for her. Never in her dreams did she feel such love and tender devotion.

A small voice in her mind questioned what did she do to deserve this extraordinary man? With each kiss and gentle caress, he worshipped her body. Each of his tender actions left no doubts about his love for her. And yet, Elizabeth wondered how she could be so fortunate to have earned William's love and devotion.

"William."

He ceased exploring the valleys and curves below her neck. "Yes?"

She reached for his face and drew him near her own. "I love you."

"I know. I love you too." He kissed the inside of her palm.

"No." She held his face, so that his eyes were looking at her. "I love you and I don't know if you'll ever know how much or how. . . how lucky I feel. . . how fortunate. . . I hope some day I'll. . ."

William bent down and kissed her. His lips lingered on hers while he said, "Maybe I'd understand you better if you showed me what you meant."

Elizabeth could not help laughing at her words thrown back at her. However, Elizabeth being one not to be outdone, gently pushed William off and now was above him. Her hair showered his face. William delighted in looking at her body from a different angle. Looking down at William's smiling face, her emotions and her mind came to an understanding. Elizabeth realized that the rest of her life would be spent with William.

She let her feelings guide her actions and soon they both were lost in the ultimate expression of love.

The sun was sinking behind the mountains, casting a warm glow on the valley. William's father had always called this: the time when the sun kissed the ranch goodbye for the night. The land would blush from the sun's warmth.

Mrs. Reynolds stood at the screen door of the kitchen while William and Elizabeth were walking hand in hand to the old oak tree to watch the sun kiss the valley. In William's other hand was a picnic basket packed with a bottle of sparkling wine and some of Mrs. Reynolds' home made fried chicken. She tucked away some shortbread cookies for dessert.

Mrs. Reynolds watched the charming picture William and Elizabeth painted. She could not help grinning at the fact that she knew this young couple had spent the morning and the better half of the afternoon in William's bedroom. It was a good thing they had eaten a hearty breakfast. They missed lunch and Mrs. Reynolds thought they would miss dinner too.

She was in the middle of putting away some pans when the telephone rang. She picked up the phone.

"Good evening. Darcy Ranch. This is Mrs. Reynolds speaking."

"Mrs. Reynolds! It's Georgiana."

"Hello, Georgiana."

"Hi. How are you?"

"I'm fine. I was just tidying up in the kitchen."

"Are you all finished with dinner?"

"Actually, your brother and Elizabeth just left for a picnic."

"Really?!" Georgiana did not hide her enthusiasm. "Where are they going to have their picnic?"

"Under the old oak tree."

Georgiana sighed. Mrs. Reynolds let out a small laugh.

"I just knew they were meant for each other." Georgiana said. "I'm so happy they've finally realized it."

"It certainly doesn't appear to be some passing fancy."

"No, my brother has had feelings for Elizabeth for a long time."

"She wouldn't be the reason why he was moping around the house when you two were here for the holidays, is she?"

"Yes, but he would never admit that."

"Well, your brother was never one to be open with his feelings."

"It's a wonder he and Elizabeth got together." Georgiana continued, "Does it seem like they're getting along well?"

"Oh. . . I'd say very well."

"Really? They haven't had an argument or misunderstanding yet?"

"No. At least, I don't believe so."

"Well, what are they like together? Shy? Reluctant? What?"

"They're very. . . affectionate."

"Are they all over each other?"

"Georgiana! You know I dislike that kind of talk."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Reynolds. I just can't imagine my brother being affectionate in that way. He's usually so serious."

"Well, I think he's quite over that. . . judging by the huge smile on his face."

Georgiana laughed. Then she said, "Did he take her horseback riding? I remember he asked me once if Elizabeth had ever gone horseback riding before. We were driving home from the ranch. I told him I didn't know, but I could find out for him. He told me it wasn't important." She sighed. "I knew then he had it really bad because he never lets just anyone near his horses."

"They didn't go horseback riding." Mrs. Reynolds cleared her throat. "I'm glad to hear that William's finally serious about someone."

"Oh, but Elizabeth is great. Don't you think so? I'm sure you've already figured that out by just talking to her today. She's not like those other women who've fawned over William. She truly cares for him."

"I hope you're right, Georgie."

"But. . . you don't approve? You don't like Elizabeth?"

"It's not that. I just haven't gotten a chance to really know her."

"You haven't. . . but, she's been there the whole day. Has she done something to-"

"Georgie, please don't be worried. I'm sure I will like her. It'll just take time."

"I don't understand. I don't mean to be rude, but. . . why are you so reluctant to get to know her?"

"I'm not reluctant at all. In fact, I'm very eager to get to know her, but today your brother has been keeping her all to himself."

Georgiana laughed. "You make it sound as if he's keeping her locked up."

"Well. . . not exactly."

"What do you mean?"

"Georgiana, this really isn't a topic we should be discussing."

"What topic?"

"It's none of our business."

After a moment, Georgiana said, "None of our business? But. . ."

"They were. . . indisposed for the entire day."

"Indisposed?" When the meaning of what Mrs. Reynolds said sunk in, Georgiana said, "The entire day?!"

"Yes."

"Oh my-Really?"

"Georgiana."

"Well, I just-I thought-I-" Georgiana said, "Wow!"

"I'm relieved to hear that Elizabeth is someone worthy of your brother."

"She is." Georgiana was feeling amazed and pleased at the increasing intimacy between William and Elizabeth. "I've got to get going. I have some assignments I need to get done for school tomorrow. Will you let William and Elizabeth know I called?"

"Of course. Make sure to have something good to eat."

She laughed. "I will. Thanks, Mrs. Reynolds."

They said their goodbyes and Mrs. Reynolds hung up the phone. She finished putting away the pans. Then she walked over to the door and switched on the porch light. She did not expect to see William and Elizabeth again that evening.

Dusk was slowly turning into a starry evening. William and Elizabeth could no longer see the sun from where they sat under the old oak tree, but the sky was dimly lit from remnants of the afternoon sun.

The repast that Mrs. Reynolds had packed for them was a sumptuous feast. Not only did they enjoy her homemade fried chicken, but there was also an apple walnut salad, asparagus wrapped with smoked salmon, stuffed mushroom caps, mixed berry pound cake sandwiches, and some of Mrs. Reynolds' trademark shortbread cookies. They enjoyed this meal with a bottle of sparkling wine made on the ranch.

Content and satiated for the moment, William lay propped on some pillows on the bench that encircled the old oak tree. He had one hand under his head and the other lay across his chest. One leg was bent at the knee on top of the bench and the other dangled over the edge of the bench. William smiled while he watched Elizabeth stand a couple feet away, fascinated with the trick the light was playing on the vineyard.

"It looks and feels like we're somewhere else." Elizabeth let out a content sigh.

"My father used to say this was the best part of the day."

"I'd agree with your father wholeheartedly."

"I think both of you would've gotten along very well."

She turned to face him. "I think I would've liked him." Elizabeth enjoyed looking at William lazily draped across the bench. He wore jeans and a white button down shirt. The shirt was untucked and the top two buttons were undone. He fit right in the natural, yet rugged surroundings. Elizabeth walked over to him and sat on the bench in between his legs.

William took her hand and pulled her down, so that she lay on his chest. "I'm positive you would have." He wrapped an arm around her. She was wearing a simple floral sundress. It was sleeveless and fell just above her knees. Earlier, they almost did not make it out of his room when he saw her come out of the bathroom wearing it. "Did I tell you how lovely you look in this dress?"

Elizabeth smiled. "Yes. About fifty times."

He chuckled. "We barely made it out of my bedroom."

"William!"

He hugged her tighter. "I wouldn't have mind."

"We would've missed the sunset and the food." Elizabeth squeezed the arm that was wrapped around her. "We had to come out for food eventually."

"Maybe." He kissed the top of her head.

Elizabeth let out a small laugh. "We can't live on love alone."

"Sure we could. Mrs. Reynolds would make sure we got fed every now and then."

Elizabeth gave him a playful smack on his arm. "That would be awful for her. And besides I don't think I could stay locked up, knowing that all of this was here." She gestured toward the vineyard.

He toyed with one of her curls that had spilled onto his chest. "So you approve then?"

She nodded and looked up at him. "I don't know how you manage to leave this place and venture out into the real world."

"Well," he kissed her, "There was one thing that brought me out."

She smiled. "I'm glad you did."

"But, now that you're here. . . well, it's the best of both worlds."

"I don't think I could go back to real life, knowing this is here."

"Who says this can't be real life?"

"There's work. And what about friends and family? We can't just abandon them."

"We wouldn't be abandoning them. They're more than welcome to visit us."

Elizabeth sat up and turned to face William. She studied his face for a moment.

"What?"

"You're serious."

"Absolutely."

"Do you realize what you're saying? What you're asking?"

"I believe what I'm saying is that we should live on the ranch."

Elizabeth opened and closed her mouth several times before she sputtered out, "Live here? Together?"

He sat up and took her hand. "You wouldn't want to live here?"

"It's not that. I just. . . I guess I'm just surprised. I wasn't expecting. . . I thought we would date for a while and then. . ."

"You feel like I'm moving too fast."

It wasn't a question. Elizabeth thought for a moment. Then she said, "Yes and no. Our. . . relationship has been everything except typical."

"True, but if you have any doubts-"

"I don't have any doubts about us." She squeezed his hand. "I just. . . You're asking-saying that we should make a life here, together."

"I can't imagine it any other way."

In her mind she agreed. Yet, things were moving faster than she imagined.

Sensing her hesitation, William said, "It doesn't matter to me when we decide to spend our life together. I just know that we will."

She let out a small laugh. "I suppose I knew that too."

"You also knew that you'd be my wife?"

Elizabeth blinked several times. She cleared her throat. "I'd never be so presumptuous." She tried to sound playful.

"Oh, right. That's a terrible habit of mine." William shifted his legs so that he could get off the bench and bend down on one knee. He took her hand. "Elizabeth, will you be my wife? Even though I've already decided to be your husband."

She laughed and then looked into his eyes. "Since you put it like that, I suppose I don't have a choice."

"Of course you have a choice. If you chose to spend your life with someone else, I'd respect that. But, I'd try pretty damn hard to convince you otherwise."

She shook her head. "Fortunately for you, you won't have to try at all."

His face broke into a wide grin and he stood up and then sat next to Elizabeth. "I. . ." He patted his pockets and found what he was looking for. From one of his pant pockets, he pulled out a ring. He took her left hand and slid the ring on her ring finger. "It was my mother's."

Elizabeth looked at the ring and saw that it was a silver ring with a wide band encrusted with two rows of diamonds on the side. In the center was a star made of sapphire with diamonds crossing it. "It's beautiful."

"My father had it commissioned. He wanted my mother to have something that would remind her of the starry nights that we have on the ranch. I want you to have that too."

Elizabeth blinked back the tears forming in her eyes. "That's so incredibly romantic." She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. "You decided, you planned to propose to me tonight."

William merely smiled.

"But, what made you decide to propose tonight?" She searched his face for an answer.

"Well," He grazed his fingers down her arm, "After this afternoon, I couldn't stand the idea of you doing all the things we did with someone else."

He gave her a serious look, but Elizabeth let out a hearty laugh. Then she said, "Damn."

"What?"

"Richard was right."

"What did he say?"

"He said after spending a day here on the ranch with you that I wouldn't be going back."

"I had the same feeling."

She shook her head. "What is it with you and the men in your family? You have this unshakable confidence that things will always go your way." She had a smile on her face.

He shrugged. "I suppose we're just willing to do whatever it takes to get what we want."

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at him. "But what if I want something different?"

"I wouldn't expect it any other way."

"Are you saying I'm difficult?"

"No. Maybe just a challenge at times."

"A challenge? What do you mean?"

"Well, I want to make love with you right now," He laid one hand on her knee and it slowly slid up her thigh, "but you probably would prefer to go back to the house," he kissed her temple and then her lips. He pulled away and said, "I don't think I can wait that long."

Elizabeth's hand slid up his chest. "The house isn't that far away."

"True, but," He breathed a kiss on her throat, "I'd like to continue where we left off the last time we were here."

"You mean when I thought I was dreaming and I tried to have my way with you?"

William kissed her and also proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress. He could barely restrain himself when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. "I hope it's not to much to ask."

Elizabeth opened William's shirt and ran her hand over his bare chest. "No, I don't have any problem with that at all." Elizabeth shifted in her spot and straddled William.

"Good. I thought I would have to do a lot of convincing." His hands slid up her thighs and he kissed her.

With his lips lingering on hers, Elizabeth said, "Keep trying. I like your way of reasoning." Her breath caught in her throat when she felt William making a trail with his lips down her neck and her chest. "That wasn't such a challenge, was it?"

"No." His hands rested on her hips. "I'm expecting more of a challenge in the stables." He smothered her with a kiss before she could say anything.

For what seemed like the hundredth time today, Elizabeth was rendered utterly speechless and could not put together any coherent thought. All she could think of was having her way with her soon to be husband.

Epilogue

How soon, dear reader, you wonder, did William become Elizabeth's husband? Our favorite hero and heroine were married that following weekend. They had invited their family and friends back to the ranch. Richard, feeling quite smug, pronounced that William and Elizabeth were going to announce their engagement.

When everyone had arrived and settled in, they were all assembled for a candlelit dinner. It was an intimate affair that took place outside in the backyard. Afterward, Mr. Bennet, William, and Elizabeth were conspicuously absent when coffee was being served, but no one seemed to mind. Here again, Richard proclaimed that William and Elizabeth were probably telling Mr. Bennet about their engagement.

Eventually, Mrs. Reynolds had joined everyone and said that William wanted everyone one to take a stroll to the rose garden. Mrs. Reynolds said that William and Elizabeth had an important announcement to make and they wanted to make the announcement in William's mother's rose garden.

Everyone followed Mrs. Reynolds to the rose garden at a leisure pace. Richard, Charlotte, Craig, and Georgiana discussed what the announcement could be about. Richard asserted his opinion that they would announce their engagement. Jane, along with Kitty, and Lydia were attempting to calm Mrs. Bennet's nerves. She had become excited at the possibility that her second oldest daughter might be engaged to one of the richest men in the country. Mary and Harriet were watching over the Gardiner and Knightly children. Edward and Madeline Gardiner were talking with Emma and George Knightly about their children. Charles was talking to Louisa and Gil about Caroline settling in New York. Caroline could not join the party because she was getting situated in her new home.

When they reached the garden, torch lights illuminated the garden, providing an intimate, romantic setting. Several moments later, William joined the group with his foreman, Robert Martin. The ladies were taken aback at William and Robert's dapper appearance. Robert wore a sleek charcoal gray suit and William wore an elegant, black Armani tuxedo.

William said, "In a few minutes, Elizabeth and Mr. Bennet will be joining us and then we'll begin."

Everyone looked at him with curious expressions. Before anyone could ask questions, William held up his hands and said, "Let me just say, Elizabeth and I are very happy that you all could be here this weekend. This is a special event for both of us and-" William stopped mid-sentence. He looked as if he was a deer caught in the headlights. Everyone followed his gaze and they all let out a soft gasp.

Standing at the edge of the garden was Mr. Bennet with Elizabeth on his arm. She was wearing a strapless, white gown. Her hair was swept up loosely and adorned with some of the white roses from the garden. A bright smile appeared on her lips and her eyes were shining for William.

"What's going on here?" Mrs. Bennet asked.

Mr. Bennet cleared his throat. "My dear, we are here for a wedding."

"Wedding?!" Everyone joined in Mrs. Bennet's shock and surprise. Questions were flying to William, Mr. Bennet, and Elizabeth.

Richard managed to ask, "I thought you were going to announce your engagement."

"Well," A small smile tugged at the corner of William's lips, "If it's alright with you, Richard, Elizabeth and I decided to skip that formality."

"But, we will name one of our son's after you." Elizabeth called out from the other side.

Some laughter rippled through the crowd.

"So, without any further interruptions," William gave Richard a pointed look, "Elizabeth and I would like to say how happy we both are that all of you could share this special event with us."

Mr. Bennet led Elizabeth to William. Robert Martin, who had been deputized for the day, began to perform the civil ceremony. When Robert had pronounced them husband and wife, everyone was quick to offer their heartfelt congratulations.

Elizabeth, William, their friends, and family lived a happy, healthy, full life. Or as it is traditionally said, they lived happily ever after.

The End