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As she closed the door behind her, Elizabeth looked up to find Bessie at work in the kitchen.
"Did you have a nice time?" Bessie asked, as she kneaded the dough on the board in front of her.
"I ... yes, I did," Elizabeth hesitantly responded.
"It's the perfect day for a ride in the country." Bessie continued kneading, not noticing the disconcerted expression on Elizabeth's face.
"Yes, it is."
"Will Mr. Darcy be staying for dinner?"
"No. Mr. Darcy has already left." Elizabeth quickly excused herself and hurried upstairs.
Alone in her room, she was finally able to focus on what had transpired at the glen.
What did happen? I'm not entirely certain . . . it happened so quickly . . . I need to think this through, she said to herself as she paced the floor. Was it just an impulsive reaction, or is it indicative of deeper feelings?
I don't know. "I don't know!" she practically shouted. "This is no good. I need to make sense of this," she said aloud as she entered the bathroom and began to draw water for a bath.
She slipped off her shoes to begin undressing as she took a seat at the dressing table and removed the clip from her hair. Passing her hands through her wavy tresses, she closed her eyes and recalled having run her fingers through William's hair. She sighed at the thought, confused by the feelings that had surfaced since their exchange. Abruptly rising from her chair, she quickly disrobed to prepare for her bath.
The scent of lavender enveloped her as she sank into the warm water. She breathed deeply, closing her eyes against the nagging questions that reeled inside her head.
As she lay back in the spacious tub, images of Gloaman's glen played in her mind. The gentle breeze teasing her hair, the melodic song of the larks, the sun warm against her face, the enticing scent of sandalwood, the taste and feel of his lips against hers, the passion which had stirred within her.
That passion. It had taken her by surprise. The moment he touched her face, time seemed to stand still - all she could sense was William - his touch, his scent, his lips - and that was all she wanted to sense, at least in that moment.
But now, removed from the situation, Elizabeth could look at things more clearly. Do I find William attractive? Definitely. Thinking back on her first encounter with him, she recalled that although she thought him to be somewhat offensive, she couldn't deny that he was a physically impressive man.
Do I enjoy the time I spend with him? Absolutely. She smiled as she recalled her encounters with William - the cozy dinner at the kitchen table, their walk in the moonlight, the day at the soccer tournament.
Do I want to pursue a relationship with him? Perhaps. The thought of beginning a relationship with someone was a subject Elizabeth wasn't entirely comfortable with, but if she decided to take that step, William would most likely be her man of choice.
Do I want to kiss him again? Undoubtedly. Her cheeks flushed as she thought about their kiss in the glen, and the thought of future kisses deepened her complexion to crimson.
Could I love him? Would loving William devalue my love for Jonas? That was where her thoughts became utterly conflicted. Can I love William and still hold Jonas in my heart? And here again, her answer was, "I don't know."
After Bessie and Ralph left on their weekly trip to Nottingham, Elizabeth occupied her time in the cool morning air of the garden. She walked its gravel paths, thinking about her ride with William yesterday. She still hadn't solved her dilemma, but had decided that she enjoyed William's company and would continue to spend time with him - at least spend time with him in a comfortable manner.
The setting of the secluded glen, along with the perfect mood and weather, had produced an intimacy that Elizabeth was neither prepared for, nor was she desirous to have repeated. Truth be told, it had frightened her. It had been so long since Elizabeth had found herself in an intimate situation that her immediate reaction to it had been sensual and instinctive. The last thing she wanted was to involve herself in an incidental sexual relationship with a man she barely knew.
Her thoughts wandered back to the day, a mere three weeks ago, when she had pondered the possibility of loving a man other than her husband. Elizabeth had decided a very long time ago, long before she had even married Jonas, that she would not share intimacy with a man without the promise of marriage to bind them. And now, even though she found herself in a budding relationship with an attractive, intelligent and thoughtful man, she had no intention of changing her position on the subject.
She continued her stroll through the garden, lost in these thoughts, until the gray clouds that had been hovering in the morning sky, released the moisture they held within. A quick jog to the back door prevented Elizabeth from becoming saturated. In the warmth of the kitchen, she dried herself and moved into the sitting room to find an occupation.
She turned the stereo on to break the silence, and took a seat near the window. With a tablet propped up on her bent knees, she began to sketch randomly. From memory she attempted a primitive sketch of Jonas, straining her remembrance for the particulars of his face.
The drawing had progressed into a detailed rendering, when the sound of a car pulling onto the drive caught her attention. Thinking it couldn't be Ralph and Bessie returning, she looked to see who it might be, and to her surprise saw William exiting his car and dashing in the rain to the back door.
Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, as she closed her sketchpad and hurried through the kitchen to answer his knock. "William, what are you doing here?" She motioned him indoors, out of the wetness.
Once in the familiar warmth of her kitchen he replied. "I needed to see you today."
"Why would you need to see me today?" She arched her brow, eyeing him curiously. We spent yesterday together.
"I wanted to see you before I left."
Her eyes opened wide in surprise. "You're leaving?"
"Yes, I'm going to London for a few days."
"When are you leaving?"
"I'm on my way now. I had to talk to you before I left. I didn't want you to think ..." he trailed off. "I think we need to talk..." He shifted his weight from one leg to the other in a nervous manner.
"To talk? Elizabeth inhaled deeply. "Talk about..."
"About what happened yesterday." William took a hold of her hand. "I want to apologize."
Elizabeth bit her lower lip. "Apologize for..."
"For my unseemly..."
Placing a finger over his lips, she silenced him. "William, you don't need to apologize for anything that happened yesterday. If you recall, there were two of us there, you don't need to be sorry for anything that happened between us."
He smiled and she removed her hand. Shaking her head at him, she added, "You don't need to apologize for everything, you know."
"You said you would accept them," he reminded her.
"Yes, but you still don't need to always be offering them."
His expression grew serious. "This is important, Elizabeth."
Gazing into his eyes, contemplating his words, she replied, "Yes. You're right. It is important and I thank you for caring enough to extend an apology."
The smile she bestowed upon him gave him the encouragement he needed to say what he had come to say. "Yesterday shouldn't have happened..."
Elizabeth raised a brow and the smile faded from her face.
Seeing her reaction, William quickly amended his comment. "What I mean is...what happened yesterday...I don't want you to think that I brought you to the glen in order to..."
With a softened expression, Elizabeth stood quietly waiting as he ordered his thoughts.
"I never meant to kiss you and I certainly don't want you to think I took you there so that I could ... we would..."
Her brow furrowed as a slight smile crept onto her face. "William, I think I know what you're trying to tell me. And don't worry, I'm not upset about yesterday." There was much more she would like to have said to him, but didn't think it was the time for it.
They stood quietly for a few moments, holding each other with their eyes, before William moved to leave. Elizabeth followed him to the door. Opening it, he turned back to look at her, rain beating down on the brick stoop behind him. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead leaned forward, gently positioned his hand on her neck and placed a tender kiss on her cheek.
"Goodbye, Elizabeth." His hand lingered as his fingertips slowly brushed across her chin.
"Goodbye, I'll see you in a few days."
He smiled, hesitated, then finally turned to quickly run to his car.
Elizabeth watched him drive away before closing the door, then headed back to her seat near the window. She opened her pad and looked at the sketch she had been detailing, when she noted that it did not resemble her late husband at all. Upon further examination, she became astonished when she realized the drawing she looked upon held a striking likeness to the man who had just walked out her door.
"Hello?" she answered the call sleepily.
"Elizabeth?" a familiar male voice questioned.
"Yes," she said while trying to shake off the drowsiness.
"Did I wake you?" he hesitated before adding, "I did. I'm sorry. I thought you would still be awake."
She looked at the bedside clock. It was a quarter past ten. "I usually am. I went to bed early tonight." Snuggling against her pillow, she cradled the phone against her cheek. "William, where are you?"
"In London. I wanted to talk to you," he said nervously. "Actually, I wanted to ask you about your son."
"My son?" The wonder in her voice was apparent.
"Yes." He hesitated. "When did you see him last?"
"Peter?" She sat up in bed, now fully awake, curious about the purpose of this call. "When was the last time I saw Peter?"
"Yes."
"I saw him before I came to England, two months ago. Why are you asking?"
"Have you heard from him lately?"
"Yes. Why are you asking about Peter?" Confusion was beginning to replace her curiosity as he sidestepped her questions.
He was silent on the other end of the line, but she could hear him shifting in his chair.
"I ... was wondering ... I was actually wondering if your son and husband had a good relationship," he finally asked.
She thought for a moment. "Jonas and Peter had a very good relationship, most of the time."
"Most of the time? Not all of the time?"
"No. They didn't always see eye to eye, especially when Peter was a teenager."
"A teenager? About sixteen? Seventeen?"
"Oh, probably about thirteen to nineteen!" She laughed aloud, then noticed he didn't join in her merriment. "What's troubling you, William?"
"Hugh."
"Me?"
"No. Hugh. My son. My older son."
"I see. Is that why you're in London?"
He was again silent.
"Have you seen your son?" she asked.
"No, I haven't seen him." He sounded disheartened. "I spoke with him on the phone."
"I'm guessing it wasn't a good conversation."
"That would be an excellent guess," he said with a distressed laugh. "I'm thinking about bringing him to Pemberley."
"Does he want to live at Pemberley?"
"He's been wanting to stay there for a long time. His mother has prevented him from doing so."
"So, he's angry at you because he wanted to come live with you and his mother wouldn't let him." She grimaced in the darkness. "What about you? Do you want him with you?"
"I do. Yes ... I've always wanted him at Pemberley." There was a long pause and only his deep intake of breath could be heard. "Only now ... I'm not certain I can deal with his anger."
"You're not certain you can deal with his anger, or you're not certain you want to deal with it?"
There was another long pause and Elizabeth wished she was able to see his expression and look into his eyes.
"In truth, both." He sighed deeply, struggling to find his voice. "I love Hugh. My son, Hugh, that is. I'm just afraid it's too late for us ... too late to pick up all the pieces and put them together."
"William, it is never too late to tell your child that you love him," she said emphatically.
Once again he sat silently before responding. "I suppose you're right."
"No supposing. I am right. If you love your son, you can't sit back, wondering and worrying and wishing that you'd had a better chance to have a relationship with him. You need to let him know how you feel. Let him know that he's important to you. I promise you, all of your money - his inheritance after you're dead - means nothing to him in comparison to what you can give him while you're still alive. Your time, your concern, your approval, your love. Give him what he really wants, William - what he really needs."
A pensive silence crossed the line between them, until William spoke. "Thank you, Elizabeth."
"So when does your flight arrive?" Elizabeth asked anxiously.
"It lands at Heathrow around 7 'o clock Saturday morning. Is that too early?" Peter questioned. "I can find something to do in London if you'd like to pick me up later. Or I could find another way to Derbyshire."
"Are you kidding?" Elizabeth nearly jumped out of her chair. "I can't wait to see you! I'll be the first person in line waiting to greet you."
Peter laughed. "I think you'll be the only person in line for me, Mom, seeing that I don't know anyone else in England."
"Well, that's true, but you knew what I meant." Elizabeth could hardly contain her excitement. "I can't believe you'll be here in less than a week. How long will you stay?"
"About ten days. I'll leave on the 19th."
"Ten days! Oh, Peter, what do you want to do while you're here?"
"Spend time with you. I don't care what we do. I'm coming to England to see you."
The smile on Elizabeth's face broadened. "All right then, we'll just play it by ear..."
As she hung up the phone after their conversation, Elizabeth opened her laptop to find the message Peter had just sent off to her with his travel itinerary. It had been two months since she had seen him and although he sent her daily emails and called faithfully each Sunday to talk with her, she had missed seeing him and having face-to-face communication.
The bond between Elizabeth and her son was deep. Throughout his life, a great deal of her time and energy had been spent on Peter and now as she reflected on the fine man he had become she knew, most assuredly, that it had been her wisest undertaking. Her thoughts drifted to William and her discussion with him Friday night. I hope all is well with William and his son...I'm curious as to why Hugh is so angry...I wonder what his mother is like...I just may find out in a few days. The smile momentarily left her face as she thought about the troubled teen, but soon returned when she opened Peter's message.
US Airways Flight 3845 departing Friday, June 7, 11:15 a.m. from New Haven
Connecting in Philadelphia
British Airways Flight 66 arriving Saturday, June 8, 7:05 a.m. in London, HeathrowSee you soon!
As she read his message, she nearly squealed with joy. Her son was coming to see her.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were still in London," Elizabeth exclaimed in surprise as she opened the door and found William, flushed and breathing hard, wearing a sweaty t-shirt, running shoes and shorts, which revealed his surprisingly hairy legs. She examined him from head to toe while he caught his breath, and noticed the shape of his barely exposed knees. I never thought a man's knees could be considered attractive, she thought, and when her gaze returned to meet his, her amused grin was barely perceptible.
"I returned home last night."
"Did Hugh come with you?"
He raised his brow and nodded his head. "He was on the telephone when I left for my run."
Folding her arms, Elizabeth leaned her shoulder against the doorframe leaving William to stand on the back porch. "Is everything going well?"
He pursed his lips as a thoughtful expression crossed his face. "I think so ... yes." Raking his hand through his hair, he looked her straight in the eye. "I'd like you to meet Hugh."
"I'd very much like to meet him." She smiled reassuringly.
Upon hearing her response, William smiled and his eyes expressed relief. Just knowing that Elizabeth was here and willing to be a part of his life - even if only in the capacity of a caring friend - buoyed his confidence. He knew he could get through this. "We're having a picnic supper tomorrow at Pemberley - would you like to join us?"
"That sounds lovely."
"Wonderful." William's dimples appeared as his smile widened.
I love it when he smiles like that, she thought, then unconsciously reached up to reposition a lock of hair that had fallen across his forehead. "Who else will be there?"
"Charlotte and her family, Percy, and of course, Hugh, Ian and I - just a small gathering."
"An irresistible invitation," she replied, smiling pertly.
William raised his arm and leaned forward, resting his hand on the doorframe just above Elizabeth's shoulder. "Irresistible?" His lips curled slightly, almost forming a grin.
She arched a single brow. "Indeed."
He leaned in closer locking his eyes with hers. His expression was one of playfulness, but the spark of passion in his look did not escape Elizabeth's notice. She could feel her pulse begin to race as she began to sink into the depths of his sea green eyes.
"Excuse me, Missus..." Ralph's gravely voice announced his presence from behind Elizabeth.
Startled by the intrusion, Elizabeth spun around to see Ralph, and William quickly straightened to his full height.
"...Bessie was wondering if you wanted anything in particular from the grocer's." Ralph looked past Elizabeth, giving William a scrutinizing stare.
Elizabeth turned to look at William then back at Ralph. "No...I don't think I need anything."
With a nod of his head, Ralph silently crossed the kitchen, passing Elizabeth as he reached the back door where William stood. William stepped aside, allowing the older man to exit the house. He watched Ralph disappear down the walkway before turning back to Elizabeth with a sheepish grin. In an exaggerated whisper he said, "I get the feeling that Ralph doesn't approve of me."
"Oh, don't worry about Ralph," she laughingly replied.
He entered the kitchen and took Elizabeth by the hand. "So you'll join us for the picnic?"
"Yes."
"I'll ask Percy to come past and pick you up on his way."
"All right."
He gave her hand a squeeze. "Till tomorrow."
"Till tomorrow." She nodded, then watched him walk out the door and down the path to the drive.
"Have you met Fitz' son?" Sir Percy glanced over at Elizabeth before turning onto the road that headed toward Pemberley.
"No, I haven't met Hugh yet."
Furrowing his brow, Sir Percy focused his gaze on the road ahead. "Fitz has got his hands full with that one."
Elizabeth nodded in agreement. Although she'd never met his son, William had shared a little of their history together. She knew that William and Hugh's mother, Cecilia, were divorced when Hugh was six years old and that William had tried to see his son frequently - he had even temporarily relocated to London in order to be closer to Hugh. But when he married Caroline everything started to change - gradually at first, until it snowballed into the tangled mess he now faced: an angry, confused teenaged son with an uncommunicative mother.
"Probably makes you glad you don't have children." Elizabeth nudged his arm.
Sir Percy snickered. "Makes me glad I don't have an ex-wife."
She laughed. "Speaking of children, I haven't told you the news about my son."
"Good news I hope."
"The best. Peter is coming for a visit - he'll be here Saturday."
"Marvelous news indeed," he replied as he pulled his car up to the gates of Pemberley. Driving slowly up the long drive, he wound his way to the garage and parked beside Charlotte's Rover. He opened Elizabeth's door to let her out, then taking her hand and placing it in the crook of his arm, he guided her down a pathway through well-manicured gardens.
The path through the gardens led to a large lawn where William and the others were gathered. As Elizabeth and Sir Percy approached, William strode over to greet them. "It's about time you arrived." He took Sir Percy's hand in a firm, familiar grip before turning to Elizabeth. "Hello, Elizabeth."
"Hello." She smiled warmly.
"Come, there are some people you need to meet. You too, Percy." Slapping his friend on the shoulder, he led Sir Percy and Elizabeth to the others.
Charlotte met them as they crossed the greensward. "I brought someone special I want you to meet," she announced to Elizabeth and Sir Percy, then gestured for them all to follow her. Elizabeth noticed a pretty blonde woman, probably in her early to mid thirties, involved in conversation with Collins. "Julianne," Charlotte called out.
The woman immediately turned to face Charlotte, bringing her discussion with Collins to an end.
Collins redirected his gaze, and seeing his wife approaching with the new arrivals, motioned for his companion to join him in meeting them. "Sir Percy, Elizabeth, please allow me to introduce my cousin to you." He placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "This is Julianne Bowen, she's on holiday from Hertfordshire."
Elizabeth smiled at her and noticed the silly grin Sir Percy wore on his face.
Collins continued his introduction. "Julianne, this is Elizabeth Bennet. She's an American living in our midst." Glancing briefly in Elizabeth's direction, he cracked a half smile. "And this..." he said, taking a hold of Sir Percy's arm, smiling broadly, "is Sir Percy Rutherford, Lambton's very own celebrity, recognized by the Queen herself."
Sir Percy blushed in embarrassment, uncomfortable with Collins' obsequious introduction. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine." Julianne took his extended hand.
Julianne and Sir Percy began conversing, virtually ignoring the others in the group. Noticing the grin Sir Percy still wore on his face, Elizabeth chuckled, wondering if this woman might be the one who could capture this elusive, flirtatious man.
William gently placed his hand on Elizabeth's back and leaned in close. "Hugh is just over there." He tipped his chin in the direction of his son who had, along with Charlotte's children, congregated under the canopy of a large, old oak tree. "I'd like to introduce you to him."
After hearing Fitz' whispered words to Elizabeth, Charlotte turned to her husband. "Collins, let's lay out the blankets. I'd like to sit down." Then directing her remarks to the others she said, "if you'll excuse us."
William nodded. "Of course. We'll join you shortly." Taking a deep breath, he led Elizabeth to his son.
Hugh stood talking with Thomas and Maria when his father interrupted. "Hugh..."
The teenager turned to see his father joining his group with Elizabeth. He didn't say a word, just gave a nod of his head. The look on his face was impassive.
"I want you to meet our new neighbor Elizabeth Bennet." William gestured toward Elizabeth. His voice was flat and Elizabeth noticed the tightness of his jaw as he waited for his son's response.
Turning a probing eye on the boy, Elizabeth was surprised at what she saw. Not at all what I was envisioning. After what she had heard about Hugh, she had expected to find a black-clad, tattooed kid with jewelry hanging from every angle of his face and ears. Hugh looked nothing like that. He was well groomed, no piercings or tattoos were apparent, and his clothes were similar to what any average teenager might be found wearing. Unlike his half brother Ian, Hugh didn't much resemble his father. Like William, he was tall and thin, but his hair was a golden brown color and his eyes were hazel, tinted with green. She searched his face looking to see his father there.
While Elizabeth examined the teen, Hugh was making his own assessment of this woman his father had brought over to meet him. He had noticed that she arrived with Sir Percy and guessed that she was his latest girlfriend, but now wondered if she was his father's. He slowly put his hand out. "Nice to meet you."
Taking the extended hand, Elizabeth nodded. "You, as well." The tension in the air was palpable, but not wanting to let it rule the moment Elizabeth smiled genuinely at the boy. "I hope you are enjoying your stay with your father." Before releasing her grip she gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
Hugh's eyelids fluttered briefly as Elizabeth grasped his hand, but he displayed no other reaction to their encounter. "I've only been here two days."
With a penetrating look, she replied in a soft but firm voice, "I know that, Hugh."
His eyes narrowed, but he said nothing in response.
"Where's Ian?" William asked his son.
"In the house."
"What's he doing inside?"
Hugh shrugged his shoulders and grunted a response before turning back to Thomas and Maria who had remained nearby.
William raised his brow, tightened his lips and inhaled deeply.
"When are we to eat? I'm hungry." Elizabeth placed a gentle hand on his arm and smiled up at him.
Instantly his tension dissipated and his lips relaxed into a smile. "Let's go find out."
Hugh watched from the corner of his eye as his father talked amiably while leading Elizabeth up to the house. Before they had even reached the gardens, Ian came barreling down the path, soccer ball in hand.
"Elizabeth!" he exclaimed as he ran up to them. "Did you meet my brother?"
Seeing Ian always brought a smile to Elizabeth's face - she greeted him with a broad one. "Yes, I was just speaking to Hugh. Have you been spending some time with him?"
"Yeah, we've been playing football and today we went swimming in the pond. Dad came with us - you should have come too."
Elizabeth raised her brow at William then turned back to Ian. "Sounds like fun."
Suppressing a grin, William placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Did you see Mrs. Reynolds when you were in the house?"
"Yeah, she and Leland are bringing dinner out."
"Let's give them some assistance." Taking the ball from Ian's hands, he tossed it onto the lawn and the three of them continued toward the house to help carry out the food.
The kids gathered in the shade of the oak tree while the adults formed a larger circle on the blankets to enjoy the meal. The food was delicious, the atmosphere relaxed, and the conversation lively. Sir Percy and Elizabeth battled wits, Charlotte and Julianne joined in the banter whenever the two antagonists would allow, Collins reclined against the trunk of a tree with his eyes closed, and William leaned back on one elbow listening and watching with growing apprehension.
"Elizabeth, did you share your news with the others?" Sir Percy asked as he surveyed the group.
Looking over to Sir Percy and noting that this comment was not part of the repartee with Elizabeth, William's eyes momentarily narrowed before turning to hear what she had to say.
Without noticing William's reaction, Elizabeth happily shared her news. "Peter's coming for a visit."
"He is? When?" Charlotte asked.
"Saturday." Elizabeth replied.
William's brow furrowed. "This Saturday?" His expression became sullen.
"Yes. In three days. I can hardly wait."
Julianne looked at Elizabeth with a confused expression. "Who is Peter?"
Sir Percy laughed. "Peter is Elizabeth's son."
"I see." Understanding flooded Julianne's face. "How long has it been since you've seen your son?"
"I haven't seen him since I left home in April." Elizabeth's eyes brightened as she spoke of her son's anticipated arrival.
"I bet your calendar is full for the next two weeks," Charlotte commented.
Elizabeth continued beaming, unaware of the change in William's mood. "I don't really have any set plans while he's here. We'll probably spend most of our time together just catching up on these past two months."
"You can't keep him to yourself, Elizabeth." Charlotte mockingly glared at her friend. "I'm sure the rest of us are anxious to see him again. I know I am."
"Some of us have never met him, Charlotte." Julianne elbowed Charlotte, then turned to Elizabeth. "But I'd like to be able to."
Elizabeth laughed. "I didn't mean that I wouldn't share his company. I'd like him to meet all of you." She glanced at the others briefly before settling her gaze on William as he sat quietly with an indifferent expression. The warmth of her eyes and the tender smile that curled her lips caught him off guard and melted the coldness that had formed in his countenance.
William's eyes brightened as he smiled. "I look forward to becoming acquainted with him."
Elizabeth said nothing in response, but the look on her face expressed the pleasure she felt in hearing William's interest in meeting her son.
"We should have a party of sorts while we have so many guests," Sir Percy exclaimed, looking pointedly at Julianne.
"I don't know about that, Percy." Charlotte grimaced. "Sometimes parties can get out of control."
"Well, we should do something together." He defended his suggestion.
Elizabeth gave Sir Percy a compassionate look and reached over to pat his arm. "I'm afraid I agree with Charlotte. I really dislike large parties."
Sir Percy opened his mouth to argue his point when Ian came running over, interrupting him. "We want to play a game of football, but we need more people."
"I don't know if anyone wants to play football, Ian." William looked at the boy, then at the others seated around him.
Sir Percy quickly got up. "I'm game, Ian." Turning to Julianne, he offered his hand. "Come on, let's play."
Taking his hand, Julianne was soon on her feet and urging Charlotte to join in the game. "Don't give me any excuses, Charlotte."
"That's all you're getting from me," Charlotte said resolutely.
"Dad, you have to play," Ian nearly whined. "We don't have enough players."
"All right, I'll play. As long as I'm not on the same team as Percy." He rose and draped an arm across Ian's shoulder. "Have you ever seen him try to pass the ball?"
"Hey!" Sir Percy yelled after them as they walked away to join the others for the game.
William and Ian formed a team with Maria and Thomas, leaving Sir Percy, Julianne and Hugh one player short on their team.
"Elizabeth!" Sir Percy called to her. "We need you to play."
"You're already handicapped enough, you don't need me to make it worse." She stood up as she yelled to him.
"What do you mean handicapped?"
"From what I've heard of your playing..."
"Now, wait a minute!" He turned to William. "See what you've started, Fitz?"
William laughed. "We need you to even things up, Elizabeth."
His expression was sportive and boyish and Elizabeth found herself unable to refuse. She threw Sir Percy an impish grin. "Don't blame me if you lose."
Elizabeth turned around to find her position on the field and as she passed Hugh she saw an expression briefly cross his face that she could only describe as an expression of loathing. Undeterred, she took her place in the backfield, determined to enjoy the game.
Ian kicked off and the ball sailed in Elizabeth's direction only to be headed by Hugh over to Sir Percy. As Sir Percy dribbled down the field, William rushed him from the side, taking possession of the ball and moved past Hugh toward Elizabeth and the makeshift goal they had set up between two orange cones. William's kick sent the ball toward the goal at an angle, but Elizabeth's quick reaction stopped it before it crossed the line. Sir Percy shouted and whistled, gloating at William for not having made the goal.
As Elizabeth kicked the ball back into play, she thought she saw a grimace on Hugh's face as he met the ball and passed it up the field to Julianne. Not satisfied to stand alone in the backfield waiting for the action to come to her, Elizabeth ran toward the center of the field just in time to see Sir Percy outmaneuver William and score a goal.
Sir Percy was ecstatic and enjoyed teasing William about the goal. "As you can see, Fitz, I am terrible at passing the ball."
The game moved along and Elizabeth proved to be a much better player that anyone had expected. William had matched Sir Percy's goal, and after Elizabeth stole the ball from Ian - which she felt horrible about afterwards - she passed it over to Hugh who charged his father near the goal and scored a point.
After that second point, Sir Percy's enthusiasm was even more ebullient and when he attempted to take the ball out of William's possession, his legs became entangled with William's and they both fell to the ground.
After William rose, he noticed his friend still down, holding his head, wincing as if in pain. "Percy, are you hurt?"
Everyone else on the field had followed Ian and Thomas as they passed the ball to the goal line.
"I don't think it's serious, but I think I'll have an enormous lump on the back of my head tomorrow." Sir Percy sat up, rubbing his head and flinched when he touched the tender spot.
By this time the others noticed that Sir Percy was still down and came running to see what the problem was.
"Is everything okay?" Elizabeth asked with concern.
"Dad, what did you do to him? Did you knock him out?" Ian asked his father, wide eyed with excitement.
William looked at the boy in disbelief. "No, Ian, I didn't knock him out."
"I'm afraid I did this myself," Sir Percy said, smiling through his pain. "I'll be fine - just need a bit of ice."
"I'll get some," Hugh offered.
"Thanks, Son." William cast Hugh a look of approval.
Elizabeth noticed a smile pass across the teenager's face before he ran to the house for ice.
"I suppose the game is over now," Sir Percy mumbled. "But at least we won."
"I think you must have been knocked unconscious - you don't seem to have seen that last goal we scored against you." William laughed as he helped his injured friend up.
After Sir Percy was settled comfortably on one of the blankets, Hugh returned with a bag of ice, two pillows and some aspirin. "I told Mrs. Reynolds what happened - she thought these might help."
As he placed his hand on the base of Hugh's neck, William smiled and briefly tightened his hold. "I appreciate that, Son."
Hugh lingered with the adults for a short while before searching out Thomas, Julianne sat near Sir Percy making certain that he was contented, Charlotte was reading a book while Collins napped next to her, and William had discreetly invited Elizabeth to take a stroll with him.
While everyone was making room for Sir Percy and his pillows, William had whispered into Elizabeth's ear. "Come with me on a walk?" When she had seen his hopeful expression, Elizabeth became anxious to be alone with him. They had spent very little time together this past week with William in London and Hugh's constant presence since his return, and ever since the outing to the glen Elizabeth's feelings had begun changing. She wasn't sure what those feelings were and at this point she wasn't certain she wanted to know, but what she did recognize was that she longed to be near him - to talk with him, share her thoughts, spend time in his company - and that was enough for now.
They ambled through a sparse grove of trees away from the others, at first saying nothing at all, just enjoying the beautiful surroundings.
"There's a spot I wanted to show you." William pointed toward the crest of a hill.
When they reached the top of the hill Elizabeth looked out at the vista. A small church could be seen in the distance, nestled in a small valley surrounded by dense clusters of trees. Her expression became thoughtful as she turned to look at him.
"Does this seem familiar to you?" he asked.
"It does, but I don't know where I've seen this before." She bit her lip as she again took in the view, wondering about its familiarity.
They stood quietly looking out on the horizon until William sat down on the long grass, motioning for Elizabeth to join him. He brought up his legs, letting his hands dangle as he rested his arms atop his knees. "I thought this is where you had painted that landscape. When I saw it at your house last week, I thought you had been here painting."
She wrapped her arms around her knees. "I didn't paint it from here."
Neither of them felt the need to speak, just sitting close listening to the sound of the wind rustling the leaves of the trees and the song of the lark was communication enough. The comfortable silence between them lasted as they sat watching the sky change color as it began to darken with the approaching dusk.
"The others will be wanting to go inside, if they haven't already." William stood and stretched.
"They're probably wondering what's become of us." She smiled up at him with a languid expression.
"You look tired, we should get you home." Reaching down, he grabbed her hand and pulled her up.
Unsteady on her feet, Elizabeth caught hold of his arms for balance. He gripped hers firmly, nearly lifting her off the ground. Looking up into his face, Elizabeth stood motionless, once again drawn into the depth of his eyes. William said nothing, but pulled her closer to him.
"Dad?"
They heard Ian's voice calling and the spark in William's eyes faded with the sound of it. Releasing his hold of Elizabeth, he called out to his son. "Over here, Ian."
The three walked back to the party with Ian chattering about the day and telling about what he wanted to do on the next one. "Can we go horseback riding tomorrow?"
"Is that what you'd like to do?" William asked.
"Yeah, you can come to, Elizabeth." Ian looked up at her.
"I'd really like that." Elizabeth could think of nothing she'd rather do tomorrow.
"Is it just the three of us today?" Elizabeth asked as she closed the door behind her.
"Hugh wouldn't come," Ian informed her before running across the lawn and hurdling the hedgerow at the edge of the garden.
"Is that right?" Elizabeth glanced at the boy's father.
William grimaced. "You know how teenagers can be..."
Elizabeth made no reply, only nodded her head with a grim expression on her face, watching Ian scamper toward the stable.
"I don't know why he wouldn't come riding with us," William said as they slowly followed Ian's lead. "Last night he seemed willing to go."
"It's difficult to know what a child may be thinking...what anyone may be thinking." She looked over at William. His gaze was fixed on the gravel drive ahead of them, his mien serious.
"Elizabeth!" Ian came running back down the drive toward them. "I rode my own horse here today so I won't need to ride one of yours."
Smiling at the energetic boy, she wondered how, with such unhappy circumstances in his life, he remained so enthusiastic and joyful. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "I'd like to see that horse of yours."
"Dad rode Gawain. Which horse are you going to ride today?"
"I think I'll ride Thor."
"Which one is that?"
"Thor is the light brown gelding - he's Elizabeth's favorite," William answered.
Surprised that William remembered her mention of Thor being her favorite horse, Elizabeth smiled up at the handsome man walking beside her. "So, where are we going to ride?"
"I thought we'd take you on a tour of Pemberley's lands." The corners of his mouth drew up as he looked at her. "You haven't seen all of it, I think."
"No, I haven't."
Ian ran to the two horses he and his father had left just outside the stable, untied his horse and climbed atop it. "This is Lucky." Reaching down, he patted the neck of the large brown animal.
Elizabeth stroked the horse's muzzle. "Lucky? My family had a cat named Lucky when I was a girl."
Ian scowled. "You had a cat?"
Laughing, she nodded her head. "My family did for a little while. What, you don't like cats?"
"No way!"
Elizabeth wrinkled her nose. "I don't like them either."
"Then why did you have one?"
"My sister Jane brought home every stray animal she found - Lucky was one she was allowed to keep."
"Whatever happened to Lucky?" William broke into the conversation. "You said you only had it for a little while."
Elizabeth chuckled as she faced him. "It turned out that Lucky wasn't very lucky after all."
William raised his brow in question.
"One afternoon the cat decided to take a nap at our neighbors' - it fell asleep in the back of their moving van and ended up moving two states away."
"You must be jesting." William's mouth hung open in disbelief.
She slowly shook her head. "I kid you not. They called us after they arrived and discovered a hungry, frustrated cat in the back of their truck."
"Did they keep the cat?" the curious ten year old wanted to know.
"Yes, their kids were happy to have her."
"So, the cat was lucky."
Elizabeth grinned up at Ian. "I suppose you could say that she was."
William entered the stable as Elizabeth and Ian continued discussing Lucky the cat and her fortuitous misadventure, returning with a saddled Thor. He led the horse to Elizabeth's side, and with a boost helped her up onto the animal. After William quickly mounted Gawain, the trio was soon on the road to Pemberley.
Across meadows and over hills they rode until they were soon riding through a heavily wooded area that opened up into a clearing. Elizabeth could see a small body of water in the distance and recognized it as the same pond where she had encountered William on horseback a few weeks ago. Things have certainly changed since then. She looked over at William. He sat tall in the saddle surveying the landscape, his brow was slightly furrowed and she wondered what he might be thinking. Suddenly he turned and before she could break her stare, William caught her eye. A slow smile crept over his face as he watched her complexion brighten.
Without saying a word to her, he turned to his son, called out to him and began a gallop down the gently sloping field. Ian spurred his horse to join the race and was quickly striding to catch his dad.
Elizabeth watched as father and son raced, both handling their mounts with skill, Ian pulling past William, taking the lead. She smiled as she reminisced about days spent with her own family - Jonas and Peter continually racing or competing with each other. Jonas would play hard against Peter and often let the boy win until he grew older and stronger, when Jonas was forced to concentrate his effort on his own performance in order to not be trampled by their son.
Ian won the race. Elizabeth watched the two from a distance, then urged Thor to move forward to join them on the far side of the pond.
For the next hour they viewed the grounds surrounding the Darcy's family home. The lands were quite extensive, although not as large as they once were when the first Darcy had settled in Derbyshire hundreds of years ago. William took them to his favorite places, sharing stories of his experiences and telling of his family's history. Ian was more interested in riding and exploring, but Elizabeth was intrigued with the tales William told.
"What an amazing heritage you have. To think that all of your ancestors have lived here on this land for so many generations." Elizabeth looked at him with awe.
A pained expression crossed his face. "I'd hate to see it end here."
"What do you mean? You have two sons to carry on after you."
"Two sons from different mothers." He sighed. "I'm afraid I've created a huge rift and this land will never be the same for it."
Elizabeth thought momentarily on what he had just said and as she prepared to comment, William called out to his son. "Ian! Let's get going."
As they rode to the house they mounted the hillside where Elizabeth and William had sat watching the sunset the previous evening. She colored at the recollection of their encounter and avoided eye contact with him. They crossed the lawn where they had picnicked and played, bypassed the gardens and rode on to the stable. After leaving their horses with stablehands, they entered the grand house through the back entrance leading to the kitchen.
Passing an outer workroom, Ian turned to Elizabeth. "Have you seen the puppies?"
Elizabeth's eyes opened wide. "Puppies?"
"Yeah, Row had puppies. Do you want to see them?" Ian's voice was filled with excitement.
"Yes, I do."
Ian led them into the workroom. The sunlight brightened the small space as it poured through two open windows. A large, cushioned willow basket sat on the floor in the corner. It was filled with a grown female beagle hound seemingly oblivious to the puppies that wrestled and romped around her. Ian sat next to the basket and began playing with the frisky little animals.
"And this is Row?" Elizabeth gestured toward the basket while glancing at William.
William moved closer to her. "This is Lady Rowena. Row for short."
"Lady Rowena." Elizabeth knelt down next to the black, tan and white dog. "She looks like a lady." Reaching down, she stroked the mother's head. "How old are the pups?"
"Nearly six weeks old." William picked up a little male that had been attempting to climb over his mother. He placed it on the ground and the pup padded over to Elizabeth, climbed onto her lap and nuzzled down.
"He's a friendly little guy." She stroked the puppy's head.
William laughed. "He looks very comfortable."
Elizabeth picked up the pup and cradled it in the crook of her arm as she stood up. William stood close rubbing the little dog Elizabeth held in her arms.
Hugh approached the doorway and watched his father lean in toward Elizabeth. "Dad..."
William turned around, surprised at Hugh's entrance.
"...Caroline is here looking for Ian." Hugh eyed Elizabeth as he spoke.
"Caroline's here?" William's brow furrowed. "Thanks, Hugh." Turning toward Ian, he called out to the boy. "Ian, your mother's here for you."
Ian's shoulders slumped. "Do I have to go?"
A pained expression crossed William's face. "I'm afraid so. Come along now."
Ian put down the puppy he held and slowly rose.
"We'll ask her if you can come back tomorrow." William placed a hand on Ian's shoulder and led him out of the room past Elizabeth and Hugh..
Hugh looked at Elizabeth with an impassive expression.
She met his gaze. "We missed you today, Hugh."
Without blinking an eye, Hugh stood silent for a moment. "I doubt that."
Elizabeth repositioned the pup she was still cradling. "You don't believe me that we missed you?"
"You don't even know me." His voice was tinged with bitterness.
"Do I have to know you to miss your company?"
His eyes narrowed as he silently dismissed her question.
Elizabeth pursued the conversation. "Your father wanted you with us. Your brother talked of little else but you, and I would like the chance to know you."
Tightening his jaw, Hugh's expression hardened. "There's no reason for you to get to know me." His lips formed into a cruel smirk. "You're just the latest in a long line of my father's women."
Elizabeth's expression remained unchanged as Hugh's arrow pierced her heart. "You're wrong, Hugh. There are many reasons to get to know you." Placing the puppy in the basket, Elizabeth turned and walked out of the room.
With quick steps she made her way to the door at the end of the long hall and closed it firmly behind her. Once outside she leaned back against the doorjamb and shut her eyes. Inhaling deeply, she thought about what Hugh said. I know what he's trying to do. He's angry that his parents are no longer together and he perceives me as a threat to widen the chasm between him and his father ... and he's not going to stand idly by and let it happen.
"So what should I do about it?" she asked aloud as she opened her eyes and started down the path to the stable. Her mind flooded with possibilities of how to handle the situation. "I need time to think about this."
Arriving at the stable, she asked the stableboy to ready Thor for her. At the mounting block, the boy assisted her onto the horse, and just as she was rounding the fence that surrounded the pasture she saw William hurrying up the garden path toward her.
"Are you leaving?" he called to her.
Reining Thor in, she halted. "I was thinking about it."
As he reached her side a pained expression crossed his face. "Without saying goodbye?"
Elizabeth could see the hurt in his eyes and silently berated herself for being the cause of it. "I'm sorry ... I just wasn't thinking ... I needed to get some air and ... and I wanted ... I needed..."
"Elizabeth, are you all right?" His expression now bore concern.
She felt on the verge of tears, but held them in. "I'm fine."
Tipping his head back to look up at her, he narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. "Are you certain?"
Not trusting her voice, she nodded in response.
Reaching up, William took hold of Elizabeth's hand. "Would you like me to ride back with you?" His voice was gentle, filled with concern.
Smiling down at him she shook her head. "That's sweet of you, but I'll be fine." She gave his hand a squeeze. "Thank you." Her voice cracked on her final words and she felt in danger of releasing the tears that had been welling up. Easing her hand from his grip, she grabbed the reins tightly, bid William farewell, then prodded the horse on.
With a jolt, Elizabeth awoke in her bed. Upon her return from Pemberley she had bathed then sat atop the bed to moisturize her feet, all the while thinking about William and his sons. Her life had changed so completely over these past few weeks since she came to know Fitzwilliam Darcy - things that she had never wanted to change. More and more her thoughts focused on him - the time they had spent together, their growing intimacy, discussions they'd had about his sons. It was more than Elizabeth had wanted in her life - complications she never thought she'd have to deal with, and even now she questioned whether she really did want another relationship. Lying back on the pillows with the Darcy men on her mind she had drifted off to sleep.
Now suddenly awakened, she rubbed at her eyes, trying to get her bearings. Hearing a familiar tune playing softly on the radio, she sat up and quietly listened for a moment.
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
Outside the window she could see the darkening sky. The first stars of the evening faintly appeared in the indigo expanse. Dropping her feet to the floor, Elizabeth crossed the room - the breeze through the open window billowed the delicate fabric of her nightdress. Sitting down at the window seat, she stared at the tiny points of light as they brightened. Looking into the night sky had always made her feel small and insignificant, but ever since Jonas passed away she felt comfort whenever she gazed into the heavens. He was out there somewhere - she could feel him there, sometimes close by, so close she could almost touch him. Gathering her legs up, she wrapped her arms around them, tucking her feet under the drape of her soft cotton gown. Where are you now? Tears flowed down her cheeks. I miss you so badly. Laying her head on her raised knees, a gentle gust of wind blew in as she sat listening to the ballad that floated across the currents.
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold*
Elizabeth spent the night sitting by the open window letting the night air caress her, lulling her to sleep.
"What time is Charlotte coming to fetch you?" Bessie's voice disturbed Elizabeth's reverie as she sat at the kitchen table staring out the window, sipping her lemon tea.
Looking up, Elizabeth realized Bessie was speaking to her. "I'm sorry."
"When will Charlotte be here?" Bessie smiled warmly, noting Elizabeth's distraction.
"She said they would be here around ten." Elizabeth looked at the clock on the wall. "Anytime now. I'd better get my shoes."
Bessie watched as Elizabeth finished her tea and stood to leave the room. "Are you feeling well this morning? You look a bit tired."
"I'm fine. Just a little stiff today." Elizabeth gave Bessie a wan smile as she reached behind her to knead the knot in her lower back, then left the room to get ready.
With growing concern, Bessie wondered about Elizabeth's well being. Last night when Elizabeth returned from her ride alone, Bessie noticed how troubled she seemed to be. She had gone straight to her room and never returned downstairs for her evening meal, and this morning her countenance didn't look any better, in fact, it looked worse. She had picked at her breakfast, merely rearranging the food on her plate, and was extremely distracted. I hope it's nothing serious. Perhaps a day out with Charlotte and her cousin will lift her spirits.
Through the window Bessie could see Charlotte's car approaching. "Elizabeth dear, they're here for you."
Elizabeth returned to the kitchen, shoes in hand. Sitting at the table, she slipped her bare feet into the leather sandals, and after buckling them she grabbed her purse and headed outside to join Charlotte and Julianne. "Bye."
"Have a lovely time." Bessie watched as Elizabeth closed the door.
Greeting the waiting women, Elizabeth climbed into the backseat.
Charlotte shifted to look back at her. "Are you ready to shop?"
Elizabeth pressed her lips together and forced a smile. "Sure."
"That wasn't very convincing, Elizabeth." Charlotte furrowed her brow. "Is everything okay?"
Elizabeth nodded. "I'm fine. I just had a strange night."
"More recurring dreams?" Charlotte asked.
"No." Shaking her head, Elizabeth thought about how much she wanted to tell her friend. "I just put in a bad night. How are you two today?"
Julianne looked back at her. "I'm well, really well." She smiled broadly.
Her contagious smile brought a grin to Elizabeth's face. "And what causes you to be doing so well?"
Charlotte guffawed. "His name is Percy. You know the odd looking, middle aged guy who flirts with every woman he comes into contact with.
Elizabeth raised her brow. "I see."
"He's not odd looking." Julianne scowled at Charlotte.
"I'm afraid he is, darling." Charlotte patted her arm.
"There are plenty of odd looking men around, believe me, I've dated a number of them." Julianne sighed as she rolled her eyes. "But I wouldn't call Percy one of them."
"I'm afraid you're blinded by the man's charm. I think most women would agree with me when I say that Percy is odd looking."
Julianne turned to Elizabeth for support. "What do you think?"
Elizabeth bit her lower lip as she thought about the man in question. "I've always thought he was cute."
"There! You're the only one here who doesn't think he's handsome." Julianne smiled smugly.
"Elizabeth didn't say he was handsome, she said he was cute." Charlotte smirked. "I consider my pet hedgehog cute. Handsome is a very different qualifier."
"So who would you consider handsome? Collins?" Julianne asked Charlotte.
Charlotte laughed. "Hardly."
"Then who?"
Charlotte was momentarily silent. "A handsome man...I would have to say Fitz."
Elizabeth nearly grunted upon hearing Charlotte's response.
Glancing in the rear view mirror, Charlotte eyed her friend in the backseat. "You don't think Fitz is handsome?"
Completely caught off guard with the course the conversation had taken, Elizabeth sat mute, unable to think of a response.
Julianne looked back to see her. "I think he's a very handsome man." Facing forward, she continued. "I can't believe his wife left him. If he were my husband, I wouldn't have left."
Elizabeth sat silent as Charlotte observed her reaction in the mirror.
"But I prefer a more gregarious man. I don't think I'd know how to act around a quiet, inscrutable one." Julianne rambled on not noticing Elizabeth's discomfort.
"And Percy is definitely not a quiet man." Charlotte redirected the conversation. "He has spent so much time at my house this week I can certainly attest to that."
The exchange continued between the two women until Elizabeth, grateful that Charlotte had changed the subject, was sufficiently recovered to partake in their discussion. They traveled to Derby, talking about their plans for lunch and what shops they would visit.
"Before we eat I thought we'd go to St. Peter's Street - there are several shoe shops that I'd like to look in."
"Charlotte, what is it about you and shoes?" Elizabeth asked.
Charlotte shrugged as she pulled into the Eagle Centre to park. "A woman can never have too many pairs of shoes."
After venturing into a couple of stores to peruse footwear, and having lunch at the Old Bell Hotel, they stopped in front of a boutique that had several formal gowns in the window display.
"That is a gorgeous dress," Charlotte declared as she stared at a dark blue floor length gown.
"You should buy it, I'm sure you have a pair of shoes to wear with it," Elizabeth teased.
Charlotte looked over at Elizabeth. "I'm going to try it on." She opened the shop door. "I need a new gown for this year's ball - it's in two weeks, you know."
Elizabeth and Julianne followed her in. Charlotte tried on the dress and stood in front of a mirror, examining it. "What do you think?"
"It's a good color for you." Elizabeth nodded her head approvingly. "I like it."
"It's beautiful, Charlotte. You should get it." Julianne added her approbation.
Charlotte turned around with a huge smile on her face. "Both of you need to get dresses as well."
Elizabeth opened her mouth to object.
"You're still going to be here, so you have to go to the ball, Elizabeth. You need a dress." Stepping down from the platform where she stood, Charlotte began to look through a row of gowns. She handed Elizabeth an eggplant colored gown. "Go try that one on."
Elizabeth furrowed her brow.
"I'll look for others while you're in the fitting room." Charlotte turned to Julianne. "You need to come back for the ball. I'm sure Percy would agree with me on that point."
"I'd love to." Julianne beamed.
Charlotte and Julianne searched for the perfect gown for the younger woman, finding two for her to try.
Elizabeth emerged from the back wearing the eggplant gown. She wore a doubtful look. "Charlotte, this dress is awful."
Eying her from head to toe, Charlotte nodded. "It is." She handed Elizabeth a sage green dress. "Try this one."
Julianne returned to show Charlotte how the dress looked. "I like it, but I think I'd like to look around some more."
As she waited for the others, Charlotte looked over the gowns the boutique offered. Looking up as Elizabeth approached, she scrutinized the green dress on her. "The color's better."
"I think it's cut a bit too low." Elizabeth gestured toward her partially exposed bust.
Charlotte chuckled. "You know, a man likes to see a little cleavage on a woman."
"I'm secure enough in my femininity to not have to show it - I think a man will know I have it without having to display it." Elizabeth turned toward the dressing room.
"I'm sure he does," Charlotte said under her breath.
Elizabeth heard the remark, but continued walking. She knew whom Charlotte was referring to. Her thoughts and feelings about him were mixed and she preferred not to think about him now.
The search for evening gowns continued in several different shops. They entered a quaint little dress shop. Elizabeth had looked in through the large paned window and beckoned her friends to join her inside. In the back of the store, they found several racks of formal gowns. As she looked through the line of dresses, Elizabeth stopped when she saw a champagne colored gown with delicate embroidered trim. Holding it out, she showed it to the others. "This is perfect."
She quickly entered the fitting room, and emerged with a very pleased expression on her face. "If I'm going to the ball, I'm wearing this dress."
Charlotte's eyes widened as she quickly agreed. "It is positively gorgeous. You have to buy it - that dress was made for you, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth made her purchase, and the three ladies returned to the car. Elizabeth held a large box with her dress in it and Charlotte carried several small bags containing shoes and one larger one with her blue ball gown. Julianne chose not to buy anything, hoping to find the perfect dress in London. On the ride home they talked about the pleasant day they had shared, enjoying the bond of friendship, and about the coming ball. Julianne was excited to think about returning to Derbyshire to dance with Sir Percy, Charlotte wondered if she had a pair of shoes to match her gown, and Elizabeth questioned whether she even wanted to attend at all. I don't have to decide now. I'd rather think about tomorrow. She smiled to herself. Peter arrives tomorrow.
*Fields of Gold, Sting
The morning sky still held the fading stars as Ralph pulled the car onto the road, beginning the long drive to London. Elizabeth sat alone in the backseat watching heaven's lights dim as the darkness ebbed into hues of azure. Stifling a yawn, she arched back, resting her head on the cushioned seat. Sleep had been elusive as she had tossed in her bed, too anxious to slumber.
The activities of the past few days had occupied her time, but the uncertainty of her feelings for William had weighed on her mind almost constantly since their ride together on Thursday, leaving her aching inside.
When she returned from her day out shopping with Charlotte and Julianne, Bessie informed her that William had stopped by shortly after she left, and telephoned later in the day, twice. Elizabeth debated over whether she would return his calls as he had asked, or not. Her hand hovered over the receiver before lifting it, only to replace it in it's cradle. Leaning back in her chair, she sighed while staring at the telephone. Several moments passed before she picked up the handset and quickly dialed William's number.
"Hello?" A male voice answered.
"William?"
"William?" he questioned.
Recognizing Hugh's voice, she cringed. "I'd like to speak to your father."
"Who's calling?"
"Elizabeth."
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. "Just a minute."
Glad she was no longer speaking to Hugh, Elizabeth inhaled deeply.
"Elizabeth?" William's voice came over the line several minutes later.
She could feel her heart quicken. "Yes."
"I was just thinking about you."
"Oh."
"I tried to reach you earlier today, but it seems you were out."
"I was." She hesitated before continuing. "I spent the day with Charlotte."
"A pleasant one, I hope."
Recalling the outing, she nodded. "Very."
"Would it be all right if I came over?"
"Now?" she asked in surprise.
"Yes. Perhaps we could go down to the pub for a quick bite or drinks."
Elizabeth grimaced, not certain if she wanted to go out with him. "I need to get up early tomorrow..."
"Just for a short while ... please, Elizabeth, I need to see you."
Rubbing her brow, she almost regretted having made the call. "Okay, just for a little while."
"I'll be right over."
As she hung up the phone, Elizabeth threw her head back and groaned, upset with her lack of resolve where William was concerned. "He says 'I want' and you say 'okay'..." she berated herself, "...pathetic."
After checking her appearance in the mirror she hurried downstairs, informed Bessie that she was leaving, and went outside to await William's arrival.
She was barely down the path when she saw his Mercedes coming up the driveway. He pulled up next to her, and without turning off the engine, jumped out of the car to get her door.
"That was quick." Elizabeth eyed him as she sat down in the passenger's seat.
Chuckling, he closed her door, rushed around the car, and took his place behind the wheel. "I've been anxious to see you today," he said as he glanced over at her before backing down the drive to turn the car around.
Her eyes narrowed as she furrowed her brow. "You have?"
"I have."
"Oh." She leaned to her left to see out the window, watching the landscape change as they pulled onto the road to Lambton.
They rode in silence. Several times throughout the drive Elizabeth could feel his eyes upon her, but kept her gaze fixed on the dusky sky.
As they entered the village, William slowly passed the pub. "I'm not really hungry, are you?"
Shifting in her seat, she eyed him suspiciously. "No...I thought you wanted to get something to eat."
"I did, but now I don't feel like it." Continuing further down the road, he drove onto a quiet lane, parking the car near an old stone bridge. "Let's take a walk." Quickly exiting, he rounded the vehicle to help Elizabeth out.
She sat staring at him with a skeptical look as he passed. "What's going on, William?" she asked as he opened her door.
Taking her hand, he gently pulled her up and out of the car, closing the door behind her. "I feel like walking." Placing a hand on her back, he gently led her down the cobblestone road.
Silently they strolled across the arched bridge, stopping halfway. Placing his hands on the smooth stone rail that sided the structure, William looked out over the small, dark river running lazily beneath them. The evening breeze tousled his hair as Elizabeth stood next to him, watching in the twilight as the line of his jaw flexed and relaxed repeatedly until he faced her wearing a look of concern. "I was worried about you...you left so abruptly yesterday, I wanted to make certain that you were well."
Elizabeth averted her eyes, looking out onto the rippling water. "Thank you ... I'm fine."
"That's what you said yesterday, and I'm still not convinced of it." Reaching over, he took hold of her hand. "Has something happened to upset you?"
"Truly, I'm very well." Pulling her hand from his, Elizabeth crossed her arms in front of her and walked quickly over the bridge to the other side.
"Elizabeth!" he called after her, then rushed to gain her side.
She stopped in her tracks but did not meet his eye, keeping her gaze focused on the darkening horizon.
"Elizabeth ... talk to me."
She continued to silently stare off into the distance.
William sighed. "Won't you look at me?"
Lifting her chin, she hesitated before turning to look at him, her face expressionless.
"Well..." He leaned against the low stonewall that ran alongside the river-bordered path, "at least that's a start." Tightening his lips, he smiled at her. "Now ... if I can only get you to speak to me."
Elizabeth's mouth twitched as she attempted to stifle a grin.
"Come here ... please." He gestured for her to sit next to him.
She took two steps forward, placing herself directly in front of him, just beyond his arm's reach.
"Now tell me, what is the matter? And don't say everything's fine." He ran his hand through his hair. "What's happened, Elizabeth?" His voice was beginning to exhibit signs of frustration. "If it's something I've done, you must let me know."
Biting her lower lip, she stood silent, ordering her thoughts. "You've done nothing." Her faint voice broke into the stillness.
Quietly he waited for her to continue, his eyes flooded with tenderness.
"I'm just ... I'm very confused right now ... I need time to think matters through..." She hung her head, looking down at her hands while twisting the wedding ring on her finger.
"Matters? What matters?"
Elizabeth looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes. "I don't know what I want in my life right now ... I don't know if I want things to change."
"Nothing has to change."
"It already has." She uttered hoarsely, then turned to walk away as the tears spilled forth.
William caught hold of her hand and pulled her back, enveloping her in his arms. Too drained to struggle, she fell against his chest and sobbed on his shoulder as he ran his hand down her hair and across her back. Slowly she began to relax, and her arms, which she had held tightly up against her, dropped to her sides.
"Elizabeth..." William drew in a deep breath as he continued to hold her in his arms, "...lord, you're a willful girl."
He could feel her body shaking and feared he had upset her, until she looked up and he could see the hint of a smile on her face and hear her low laughter. Wiping at the tears on her cheeks, she pulled away from his embrace.
Reaching up, he smoothed her disheveled hair. "Better?"
She bobbed her head. "Better." Her voice was still faint.
"Let's get you home." Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, William walked slowly and silently next to her as they crossed the bridge back to his car. The ride back was quiet and reflective.
"Is there anything else troubling you?" he asked when they arrived at the back porch.
Elizabeth stepped up onto the stoop, eye level with William. "Perhaps ... but I..." Placing a hand on his cheek, she smiled. "You are so good ... so understanding ... I give you more trouble than you need..." She lowered her hand. "Let's talk another time ... not now."
Without a word, William leaned in, and placing a hand on her neck, pulled her forward to gently press his lips against hers. She didn't pull back, but met his lips in a brief, tender kiss. A single tear rolled down her cheek, resting on William's hand before he released his hold.
Backing away, she turned to enter the house. "Goodnight, William."
"Goodnight, Elizabeth." He watched her disappear behind the door.
The car traveled along as the scenery outside her window changed, the fields and meadows being replaced with buildings and row houses. The memory of his kiss lingered in her mind - closing her eyes, she relived the moment. It was just a simple kiss, yet it had evoked a deep, tender emotion within her, and this reaction only added to her struggle. I'm too old to fall in love. I've had my love - I still have my love, but he's gone from me. Opening her eyes, she looked out onto the wakening world.
In her room she sat at the dressing table brushing her hair. Placing the hairbrush down, she reached for the perfume bottle William had given her. Running her fingertip along its smooth contours, she recalled her many encounters with its giver, including the one on the porch that night. In a matter of a few weeks they'd spent quite a bit of time together, talked about many life experiences and feelings, and grown close to each other - closer than Elizabeth had ever been to any man, except Jonas. Holding the bottle up to the light, she viewed the lavender hues swirling within it. A song carried across the room, and Elizabeth became suddenly aware of it as she heard a mournful cry. "No, I don't want to fall in love . . . with you."*
"Mom!"
Elizabeth searched to find the face to match the familiar voice.
"Mom! Over here!"
Looking in the direction of the second cry, Elizabeth saw Peter waving his arm wildly, trying to catch his mother's attention. Smiling broadly, she swiftly wove through the crowd to reach her son.
"Peter!" she cried as she embraced him. "Oh, Peter." She pulled back. "I'm so happy you're here." Beaming up at her son whom she hadn't seen for two months, she completely forgot about her struggles and worries - forgot about her feelings of confusion, and even forgot that she was standing in the middle of a crowded airport.
Peter kissed his mother's cheek. "Me too. I could hardly wait to land - I think I willed the plane to move faster." He laughed.
"Your flight was early?" she questioned.
He nodded. "Yeah."
"How long have you been waiting?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Not very long ... maybe ten minutes."
Placing her hand in the crook of his arm, she urged him forward. "Let's go get your luggage."
Peter picked his travel satchel up from the floor. "No need."
"Is that all you brought with you?"
"It's all I need."
"All right then."
Peter greeted Ralph with a handshake, and after placing his bag in the boot, joined his mother in the car. "Are we going straight to Cresthaven?"
"Is there something you wanted to do in London?" she asked.
"No, I'm too tired."
She furrowed her brow. "Didn't you sleep on the plane?"
"A little bit, but I don't want to talk about that." He leaned back into the seat, stretching out his long legs. "How are things with you, Mom?"
How are things with me? I only wish I knew. "Things are well with me." She patted his arm. "What I want to know is, how is everything in your life? Is school going well? Do you have a summer job lined up? Who are you dating?"
Peter sat upright. "Who am I dating?" He laughed nervously. "Who says I'm dating anyone?"
Elizabeth raised a single brow. "I was only wondering if you were dating anyone ... so, what's her name?"
"Her name?" He winked at his mother. "You must mean their names. I'm not dating anyone in particular, Mother."
Nodding her head, she eyed him skeptically. "If you say so, son."
On the drive back to Cresthaven, mother and son conversed, catching up on their lives. Elizabeth took care to not speak of William by name - she didn't want to raise Peter's suspicion about her relationship with the man.
Entering the house through the kitchen door, Peter dropped his bag on the floor, startling Bessie. "Master Peter!" Quickly wiping off her hands, she rushed to greet him. "How was your flight? You must be hungry."
"Bessie, it's good to see you." Peter gave her a peck on the cheek. "Have you made scones today?"
"Of course I have." Taking his arm, she led him to the table and urged him to sit down. "I'll cook you up a hearty meal."
Peter and Elizabeth sat at the kitchen table while Bessie fussed over the new arrival, making certain he had everything he needed. After the meal, Peter and his mother walked the grounds, making a stop at the stable.
"How's Horatio?" Peter asked as they approached his horse.
"The same as you left him."
"Most likely in need of a run." He stroked Horatio's muzzle. "I should probably sell him."
Elizabeth nodded in agreement. "I'm sure it wouldn't be difficult to find a buyer."
"You should sell these two as well." He gestured toward Thor and Amelia.
"I'd like to keep them, especially Thor."
Peter raised his brow. "Have you suddenly taken up riding?"
Elizabeth turned to pat Thor's broad neck. "As a matter of fact, I have."
Shifting his attention away from Horatio, he looked at his mother in disbelief. "Really?"
"Yes, does that surprise you?"
A grin formed on his face. "Mom, you always surprise me." Placing his arm across her shoulder, he moved them toward the door. "Let's go inside, I'm starting to really feel jetlagged.
Peter slept much of the afternoon and made an attempt to stay awake watching a movie with his mother. When the movie was over, Elizabeth nudged her dozing son. "Peter ... Peter ... you'd better get to bed."
He quietly consented as Elizabeth urged him up the stairs to his room. Sitting on the bed, he smiled up at his mother. "I'm really glad I'm here, Mom."
Returning his smile, she agreed. "Me too."
"You know...I'm surprised you've stayed here so long. I thought you'd be homesick, or missing Dad so much that you'd hurry back home..." He rubbed his eyes. "But this place seems to agree with you."
She cast a doubtful expression. "I'm not so sure about that."
"No, really, you look ... contented."
"I think you need to get some more sleep." Elizabeth kissed Peter on the forehead and ruffled his hair. "Goodnight, Son. I love you."
"I love you too, Mom."
Elizabeth was up early Sunday morning, and before preparing to attend church services she checked in on Peter. After knocking on his bedroom door, she slowly opened it before entering the room. Peter was still sleeping soundly, and she wondered if he had slept at all on the plane. She gave his shoulder a gentle shake to rouse him. "Did you want to go to church with me this morning?"
Peter rolled over, burrowing his face into his pillow.
A smile crossed her face as she recalled the many mornings she had tried to wake him for school when he was a boy. She sat on the edge of his bed and placed her hand on his back. "Peter?"
He grumbled something incoherent.
Rubbing his back, she leaned over to kiss his cheek, then rose from the bed and left the room. She showered quickly and dressed in her pale yellow summer dress, and after fixing her hair and makeup was on her way to the chapel.
After greeting her friends and acquaintances she took her seat in a pew on the right side of the small church. She sat alone, leaning against the side of the bench. Picking up the songbook, she looked around at all the families seated near her and longed for the days when she had a family to sit with at church. She knew Peter would have been happy to attend services with her had he not been so tired from his trip, but even if he had come, he would eventually return home leaving her once again alone.
After finding the page in the hymnal, she joined the congregation in singing "Onward, Christian Soldiers." Halfway through the first verse, she was interrupted by a man crossing in front of her, taking the seat next to hers on the pew. He took hold of the corner of the songbook and added his voice to the chorus. Elizabeth glanced to see who this was intruding into her space and had to take a second look when she realized it was William sitting next to her following along in the hymnal for the second verse of the hymn.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in surprise.
He leaned his head close to hers. "Singing," he replied, then continued with the congregation.
Elizabeth stared at him with her mouth gaping open. "I've never seen you here before."
He grinned. "I've never been here before."
"So, what are you doing here now?"
"Trying to sing." Nudging her arm, he raised the book they held jointly.
Elizabeth slowly returned her gaze to the hymnal and finished the last two verses of the song, feeling perplexed about William's presence at church, but also surprisingly delighted to have him there next to her.
After the meeting, she was finally able to converse with him in hopes of discovering the reason for his unexpected appearance at church. "I never knew you were interested in attending church."
"You mean I don't strike you as a man of faith?" He feigned offense.
Placing her hand on his arm, her eyes glistened as she laughed. "I've just never seen you at church before."
Taking her hand, he placed it in the crook of his arm and began to stroll around the churchyard. "I was curious ... you come to church every week ... I wanted to see what it is that brings you here time and again."
"Were you able to see anything?" Raising her eyes, she looked at him earnestly.
Looking off into the distance, he pondered her question. "I wouldn't say I saw anything, but I did feel something." He covered her hand with his. "I think I might have to return next week to ascertain what it might be."
Although surprised by this revelation, Elizabeth didn't let it show in her expression. They walked slowly, conversing about the meeting and enjoying the serenity of the moment.
"So, will you be at Charlotte's this evening?" William asked as they stood near Elizabeth's waiting car.
"Yes, both Peter and I will be."
"I'm looking forward to meeting your son." He opened the car door for her. "I'll be bringing Hugh with me." He ran his fingers along her arm, then took her hand in his. "I know what he said to you, and I hope you know it's not true."
Elizabeth felt her face flush as she nodded in response.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Dropping her gaze, she bit her lip.
"I hope you'll tell me if he does something like that again." William placed a kiss on her cheek.
Looking up at him, she responded. "I will."
"I'll see you tonight."
Standing on her tiptoes, Elizabeth reached up and gently pressed her lips against William's. "Till tonight."
William raised his brow, but made no verbal response. He stood waving at her retreating car for several moments before he realized he must look a complete fool. With a broad smile on his face, he got into his car and drove home anticipating dinner at the Lucas'.
*Wicked Game, Chris Isaak