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Chapter Seventeen

She could hear a faint tapping sound as she walked into the dim kitchen, and before turning on the lightswitch Elizabeth peeked through the doorway to the sitting room. Peter was positioned at the table typing on the laptop, oblivious to his mother's presence. The sight of him hunched forward in his chair, barefoot, wearing pajama pants and a rumpled t-shirt brought a smile to her face. Leaning against the doorframe, she watched him for several minutes in silence.

"What are you doing up so early?" she finally asked.

Startled, Peter looked up. "I ... uh..." He strained to see the clock on the mantel. "I've been up for a few hours."

"A few hours?" She crossed the room to stand by his side. "What have you been doing?"

Turning in his seat, he positioned himself between his mother and the computer screen. "Not much ... just surfing the web and chatting."

Elizabeth tousled his unruly hair. "Are you hungry?"

He nodded. "A little."

"I'll fix some breakfast."

"Sounds good. Let me finish here and I'll come help you."

Walking toward the kitchen, Elizabeth turned back to face him. "All right, but there's no need to hurry."

After watching his mother leave the room, Peter returned his attention to the conversation he was having with Alicia on the internet.

pjbennet: mom just came in

aliciam: do you need to go?

pjbennet: probably

aliciam: ok, I'm sending you that poem

aliciam: you need to read it

pjbennet: ok

aliciam: tell me what you think about it

pjbennet: I will

aliciam: I'm glad you were online tonight

pjbennet: tonight? you mean this morning?

aliciam: whatever

pjbennet: I'll talk to you later

aliciam: ok

pjbennet: I miss you

aliciam: I'm glad

pjbennet: you're glad?

aliciam: LOL

pjbennet: you laugh?

pjbennet: I do miss you

aliciam: I miss you too

pjbennet: my mom wants to meet you

aliciam: she does?

pjbennet: yeah, you should come to England

aliciam: I can't go to England

pjbennet: I know, I wish you could

aliciam: me too

aliciam: I need to get some sleep

pjbennet: ok, I'll call you later

aliciam: I'll look forward to that

pjbennet: so will I.

pjbennet: you'd better get to bed

aliciam: I'm going

pjbennet: bye

aliciam: goodnight

Peter sat staring at the laptop, reflecting on his conversation with Alicia. After tossing and turning in bed for several hours he finally gave up his struggle to find sleep and went downstairs. He had been thinking about what he had overheard at the barbeque and his mother's relationship with Fitzwilliam Darcy, and felt the need to talk to someone. So, hoping to find Alicia online, he logged onto the internet and found her there. They chatted for nearly three hours on a variety of subjects including the thoughts weighing heaviest on Peter's mind.

A window popped up on the screen telling him that he had a new email from Alicia. He moved the cursor and clicked the mouse to open the message.

Peter,

Here's the poem I was telling you about. Let me know what you think.

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Christina Georgina Rossetti 1830-1894

Scratching his head, Peter leaned back in his chair, focusing on the words before him. He knew Alicia had sent the poem to help him understand what his mother might be feeling - he understood grief; he had come to terms with his own this past year. He now had to come to terms with how his mother was dealing with hers. He read the poem again. Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad. Sighing softly, he ran his fingers through his hair. Yes, it's better for her to forget her loss and smile ... but does Fitz Darcy deserve her smiles?

Arching back, he stretched out his arms, yawning loudly. The chair scraped against the hard wood floor as he pushed away from the table. He slowly rose from his seat and made his way to the kitchen.

Elizabeth looked up as Peter entered the room. "How's Alicia?"

He chuckled at his mother's accurate presumption. "She's fine."

"You must really miss her."

Nodding, he agreed. "I do." A grin spread across his face. "I asked her to come to England."

With a raised brow Elizabeth stared at her son, wondering if Alicia would someday become her daughter. "What did she say?"

"She can't."

"Well, you're leaving in less than a week anyway." Elizabeth handed Peter two place settings and motioned for him to set the table. "You'll see her when you get back."

"No, I won't see her until the fall - she's working at her father's firm this summer." He grimaced at the thought of not seeing her for another two months.

Elizabeth lightly rubbed his back. "Don't worry. The time will go by quickly." She gazed out the window as a faraway look passed over her face. "I remember the summer I met your father. We dated for two months and when we both returned to school in the fall I thought I'd never make it through the semester without seeing him." A smile curled her lips at the recollection. "I was ecstatic when he told me he was transferring schools and would be only 50 miles away."

Sitting down at the kitchen table, he watched the emotions play on her face as she reminisced. Pursing his lips, his expression grew serious. "Do you think you could ever love someone like you loved Dad?"

Surprised at the question, Elizabeth's eyes filled with tears, but she made no response. Silently, she set a plateful of blueberry pancakes on the table in front of her son then took her seat across from him.

A look of regret settled on Peter's face when he noticed his mother's glistening eyes.

Sighing deeply, Elizabeth broke the silence. "Charlotte and I had a similar conversation once ... and I've thought a lot about it." She smiled weakly. "I've seen many people remarry after the death of a spouse ... but I don't know if it's possible to love two people with the same depth and intensity..."

He sat speechless, not knowing what to say, if anything at all.

"...when I first fell in love with your father I didn't even want to think about the possibility of one day being separated ... I couldn't imagine ever loving another man the way I loved him." The tears that had pooled in Elizabeth's eyes now fell freely down her face. "Before your father died he wanted me to promise him that I would marry again..."

Upon hearing this information Peter's eyes widened in surprise, but he continued listening, saying nothing.

"...I told him I wouldn't, but he insisted..." As she wiped her wet cheeks Elizabeth locked her gaze with Peter's. "...you see, he didn't want me to be alone ... to live alone ... without someone to spend time with...to talk with ... to share my thoughts with...just to be with." She inhaled deeply, steadying her voice. "But to answer your question. I don't know if I could ever love someone like I love your father ... he and I built a life together, sharing and loving ... I don't know if that could happen for me again..."

As he focused on what she was telling him, Peter was unaware that a few tears had trailed down his face until he tasted the salty wetness on his lips. With his head bent downward, he cradled his face in his hands. He felt his mother's arm wrap across his shoulder and pull him close to her side. Looking up, Peter saw her tender expression as she placed a hand on his cheek to wipe away the dampness. Sighing, he closed his eyes. "Mom ... I'm sorry..." He hung his head. "I've been acting so childish..."

Releasing her hold of Peter, Elizabeth pulled a chair next to him and sat down. "What's wrong?" she asked, confused as to what exactly was troubling her son.

Shaking his head, Peter sat up straight and opened his mouth to speak, struggling with his words. "I've ... ever since I found out ... it's been hard for me to see you moving on ... I thought..." He cleared his throat. "I thought you'd completely forgotten about Dad..."

Elizabeth stared at Peter, stunned. "How could you ever think a thing such as that?"

"I don't know ... I've been such an idiot lately. I thought that you..." Groaning, he rubbed his brow. "I've been worried that you had lost your better judgment..." He took a deep intake of breath. "...that you were falling in love with a man you didn't even know ... I was afraid you might act rashly and do something...foolish."

"I appreciate your concern, Son, but you don't need to worry about me." She chuckled softly. "I'm too old to be making rash decisions."

"I was worried ... and feeling a little resentful."

"Resentful?"

"Yeah." He bobbed his head. "I know ... it sounds pretty lame. I was beginning to resent your life here in England - the friends you've made ... even how happy you seemed."

"Really?"

"I was, but not anymore. I want you to be happy, Mom."

Elizabeth's eyes brightened as she smiled at her son. "Thank you, Peter." She took both of his hands in hers. "I want both of us to be happy."

Returning her smile, he replied, "I am."

After breakfast Elizabeth and Peter stood side-by-side washing their dishes before moving into the sitting room. Elizabeth picked up a book to read and settled in a chair overlooking the garden while Peter stretched out on the sofa. As he lay back, cushioned by several pillows, his gaze came to rest on the wall which held several of his mother's watercolor paintings. When he noticed the landscape with the old country church, he sat up to focus better on it. "I saw that church the other day..."

At the sound of his voice Elizabeth looked up.

"...when I was riding." He pointed to the painting. "That's the view from the hill just east of Pemberley." He stood up and moved closer to the unframed picture. "Is that where you painted it?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Did you paint it from memory?"

Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders. "I guess you could say that."

Peter looked at her with a questioning expression. "What do you mean by that?"

"When I painted the landscape I had never actually seen that church, at least not from the hillside at Pemberley."

"Really?"

"This past spring I had a dream...and in the dream I saw that church."

He sat back down on the sofa, closer to Elizabeth's chair. "You dreamt it?"

"I did, and the weird part is, I dreamt it when I was still home in Connecticut and hadn't decided to come back to England. In fact, I hadn't even thought about coming back here at all."

"Did something happen in your dream to make you decide to come here?" Peter asked, intrigued with his mother's account.

"I'm not sure ... the images were very erratic ... they didn't seem to have any order, just random scenes..." She closed her book and set it on the table next to her. "I remember seeing a group of children playing in a meadow ... it was a bright day. The sky was blue, filled with white clouds. The kids began running up a hill. I climbed after them ... when I reached the hilltop, they had disappeared and I could hear music. I looked around to find where it was coming from and saw the church surrounded by trees." Elizabeth shifted in her chair. "I started walking down the hill toward the church and found myself amidst the trees ... I made my way to the door of the church and as I opened it I could see another door at the end of a long corridor." She furrowed her brow, straining to remember details of her dream. "At some point I ended up in Charlotte Lucas' garden...she was telling me how much she missed me. She hugged me and when I pulled out of her embrace I was standing alone on the hilltop, looking down on the church in the valley."

"So that caused you to leave for England and paint that picture?"

"Not immediately. I didn't really give the dream a second thought." Elizabeth directed her gaze out the window. "But Charlotte called me several days later and by the end of the phone call I had decided to come back here for a change."

"And the painting?" Peter encouraged her to continue.

"I painted that probably the second week I had been here, before I had even seen the church. In fact, I saw it for the first time just last week, and as I sat looking at the chapel I recalled having seen it in the dream."

"Hmmm." Peter leaned forward in his seat.

Raising a brow, Elizabeth looked over at her son. "Sort of strange, isn't it?"

While stifling a yawn, he bobbed his head. "Yeah." Covering his mouth, he yawned again. "Very strange."

"I've had a lot of strange dreams this year." She returned her gaze toward the garden. "I don't know what they mean, but I haven't had any recently."

"I don't ever remember my dreams, unless it's a nightmare." Peter's mouth opened wide as he yawned. He covered it with his open hand just as Elizabeth turned back to face him.

"Did you sleep at all last night?" she asked, noticing how tired he appeared.

"Not really." He shook his head. "I had trouble sleeping - that's why I ended up down here."

"Why don't you go up to bed, get some rest?"

"Didn't you want to go into the village today?"

"That can wait. You need to sleep." Elizabeth motioned for him to go upstairs. "We can go later."

"Okay." Standing up, he slowly made his way out of the room.

Shaking her head, Elizabeth watched her sleepy son shuffle across the floor toward the door.

That afternoon Elizabeth had taken her easel and watercolors into the garden and was engrossed in her painting when Peter's voice broke her concentration. "Dad used to love watching you paint, especially when you didn't know he was there."

Turning around, she smiled. "I remember. How long have you been standing there?"

"Just a minute or two." Peter sat down on the lawn beside his mother's chair.

"Did you sleep well?"

He nodded his head. "Yeah."

"Are you up for a trip to Lambton?" she asked while putting her brush down.

Holding his hand up, he motioned for her to stop. "Keep painting. We can go when you're finished."

"All right."

For several minutes Peter sat watching Elizabeth paint before growing restless. Rising, he began to stroll through the garden, exploring the dense overgrowth in the outer reaches of the property. As he neared the old stonewall on the southern edge of the yard he heard shouting and whistling. He became very interested when he realized that the sounds were coming from a group of boys involved in a game of soccer. While watching the boys, he noticed that Hugh Darcy and his father were amongst the players, drilling them.

Taking a seat atop the wall, Peter chuckled as he observed the practice, recalling the many years he had been involved in the sport and the countless hours he had kicked balls around the backyard. A stray ball flew into the meadow of long grass just beyond the playing field, and when Hugh retrieved it he saw Peter sitting on the low wall.

"Pete!" Hugh called out to his friend.

Peter tipped his chin upward. "Hey, Hugh!" He jumped down and crossed the expanse toward Hugh.

Hugh dribbled the ball for several meters, then kicked it to Peter. "Do you play?"

Peter stopped the ball with his right foot, paused for moment to look out at the boys playing, and then passed it to Hugh with his left. "I used to."

"Come join us." Hugh picked up the ball. "Ian's team is having a drill."

"Okay." Peter ran to gain Hugh's side and the two young men talked about the sport as they strode to the playing field.

Standing on the sideline, Peter watched the team practice. Hugh assisted his father in coaching the boys as they worked on passing techniques. With the boys engaged in the exercises William gave Hugh instructions before trotting off the field in Peter's direction.

"Peter, how are you?" William held his hand out to the young man.

"Very well, and you, Sir?" he replied while taking the offered hand.

A look of amusement momentarily crossed William's face. "I find myself in very good humor today." He chuckled softly.

Wondering at the merriment he detected in the older man's demeanor, Peter stared quietly for a moment. "How old are the boys?" He gestured toward the field.

"The lads are nine and ten."

"They seem to be a very good team."

With his eyes fixed on the playing field, William nodded. "Quite." He redirected his gaze toward Peter. "I understand you play football."

"I haven't played in years, at least not organized play." A grin began forming on Peter's face. "I can hardly remember a day when I wasn't kicking a ball across the field." His grin broadened, revealing a dimple in his right cheek. "Or a day when my mother didn't need to scold me for playing ball in the house."

William laughed aloud. "I have the same trouble with Ian."

Peter made no audible response, only nodded his head as he looked out at the boys playing, while the corners of his mouth curved upward.

Walking onto the field William blew his whistle, calling the team to huddle around. The boys came running over, surrounding their coach as he squatted down to speak to them. When he was finished, William stood and the youngsters ran off to gather their things and head home.

Ian ran over to Hugh and Peter. "Did you see how far I kicked the ball? It went right over Sean's head!"

"Yeah, I saw," Hugh replied.

"That was a great kick, Ian." Peter smiled at him. "What position do you play?"

"Midfield. My dad says I kick the furthest." With a wave of his arms, he gestured toward the goal line. "Do you like to play football?"

Chuckling, Peter nodded. "I do."

"How far can you kick the ball?"

"I don't know." Peter shrugged his shoulders. "Should we find out?"

"Yeah." With ball in hand, Ian ran to the far end of the pitch. "Kick it from here," he shouted as he placed the ball on the line.

Running across the field, Peter hurried to join Ian.

"Watch out, Dad!"

William, who had been collecting the scattered equipment from the field, looked up at the sound of Ian's call. Seeing Peter and Ian on the goal line, William picked up the bag of balls and as soon as he was off the field, the ball flew down the length of it, almost landing on the goal line.

"Whoa!" Ian exclaimed.

"Fantastic kick, Pete!" Hugh yelled before running to retrieve the ball. He deftly maneuvered the ball downfield. Ian, always eager for sport, swiftly advanced on his brother and attempted to steal the ball from under his foot. Hugh skillfully dodged Ian and continued toward the goal. Watching this contest, Peter quickly joined Ian in his quest to take the ball from Hugh's possession, and the three tussled down the field.

Laughing, William looked on as Peter stripped Hugh of the ball and began dribbling it toward the opposite goal line. As they ran along, Peter and Ian passed the ball between them, keeping Hugh from taking possession of it. As they drew closer to the end of the field, William, unable to resist the opportunity to join in the play, approached Peter and the two grappled for control of the ball. William managed to pass it over to Hugh, who kicked it downfield to the goal with Ian chasing behind him.

"Goal!" Hugh cried out as the ball sailed into the net.

Retrieving the ball, Ian threw it to Peter who began edging his way toward the opposite goal, steering clear of Hugh and William as they attempted to thwart his progress. With his opponents pressuring him, Peter looked for an opening to pass to Ian. When Ian crossed in front of Hugh, Peter was able to turn the ball over and watch as Ian quickly weaved between his father and brother toward the net only to have Hugh steal the ball just short of the goal line.

Once again Ian charged down the field behind his brother, trying to tackle him and regain control of the ball. Peter quickly ran to assist Ian, and before Hugh was even aware of him Peter maneuvered the ball from underneath him, and passed it to Ian who turned it and dribbled toward the goal.

With long strides, William caught Ian at center field and while attempting to get the ball, kicked it out of bounds. Standing at the sideline, Ian stretched as far as he could, throwing the ball high over his head toward Peter.

Lunging forward, William jumped between Peter and the ball, deflecting it with his chest, enabling him to move it up the field toward the net. A long, loud whistling carried across the field. Hearing the familiar sound, William stopped his pursuit of a goal to locate the whistler. On the north side of the empty meadow Elizabeth was leaning against the stonewall that bordered Cresthaven. Standing in the center of the pitch William smiled broadly at Elizabeth, unaware of Peter and Hugh charging toward him. He saw Elizabeth pointing past him only seconds before he felt the impact of the two young men fighting for possession of the ball he held beneath his foot. William fell to the ground as Peter took the ball, carrying it downfield with Hugh and Ian trailing behind him, and only after Peter scored his goal did the boys notice William down on the field.

Elizabeth gasped and quickly crossed the field, rushing to William's side. "Are you all right?" she asked when she reached him.

Sitting up, William nodded. "I believe so."

Brushing the hair from his brow, Elizabeth ran her fingers through his thick locks. "Are you certain?"

With his weight resting on one arm, he arched back, relishing the feel of her hand running through his hair. "Hmmm..."

Ian ran over to his father, followed by Peter and Hugh. "Are you okay, Dad?" the ten year old asked as he knelt beside William.

"Yes, Ian, I'm fine."

Removing her hand from his hair, Elizabeth placed it on William's back, helping him to sit upright. "I bet you won't be feeling fine tomorrow morning." Raising a single eyebrow, she grinned at him. "Maybe the next time you play with people less than half your age, you'll be more...attentive."

Looking deeply into her eyes, he wished it were only the two of them sitting on the football field. "I'm sure you're right." He moved to stand and suppressed a moan when he felt the pain of his encounter with Peter and Hugh.

Taking hold of William's hand, Peter helped the older man up. "Sorry about that collision out there."

"No need, it's all in the game." Grinning, William grabbed Peter's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "You're quite a good player."

"Thanks, you too ... not bad for an old guy." Peter cracked a half smile.

William guffawed and slapped Peter on the back. "Has your mother asked you about tomorrow evening?"

"No." Peter glanced at Elizabeth. "She hasn't said anything to me."

"We're going to Lambton to see a local production of The Merry Wives of Windsor. I was wondering if you'd care to attend with us."

After smiling over at his mother, Peter turned back toward William. "I'd like that."

"Good." While shifting closer to Elizabeth, William placed his hand on her back, gently running his fingers down the length of it. "Then it's settled. Hugh and I will fetch you around six o'clock."

Elizabeth looked up at him, a contented expression spread across her face.

"Dad," Ian whined. "I'm hungry."

He turned to look at his son. "All right, Ian." Leaning down he placed a kiss on Elizabeth's cheek. "I need to leave."

"Yes, you do." Smiling, she reached over and lightly rubbed his hand.

Capturing her hand in his, he nodded at Peter while gently squeezing her fingertips. "Goodbye."

"I'll see you later." Elizabeth waved at William and his sons as she backed away, then joined Peter on the walk back to Cresthaven. She'd taken about a dozen steps when she heard William call out to her.

"Do you have plans for dinner?"

Both Peter and Elizabeth stopped to turn and look back. "Not really," she replied after quickly glancing at Peter. "We'll probably grab a bite while we're out."

"Would you care to join us?" William gestured toward his sons. "We're going into Derby for supper. Why don't you come with us?"

Elizabeth's gaze carried over to William's boys. She could see Hugh giving his father a sideways glance, his face expressionless, and Ian hopping about excitedly. "Yeah, come with us!" the ten year old cried out. Her eyes turned toward her own son, trying to gauge his feelings. The corners of Peter's mouth drew up into a smile as he nodded his approval of the idea.

"We'd love to join you." Elizabeth shouted across the field.

"Smashing!" William beamed. "We need to clean up. We'll be back in half an hour."

Elizabeth giggled as she watched William eagerly pat Hugh on the back and turn to run with both of his sons trailing behind him.

Thirty minutes later, William's Mercedes pulled onto Cresthaven's driveway. As William climbed out of the driver's seat, Elizabeth and Peter emerged from the house. Hurrying to her side, William greeted Elizabeth with a kiss on the cheek and opened the car door for her while Peter took his seat in the back with Ian and Hugh.

On the drive to the restaurant, Ian told them about the man his mother was dating.

"Do you like him?" William asked his son.

"I guess." Ian shrugged. "Mom's nicer when he's around."

Hugh snorted as he turned to look out the window.

As he glanced into the rear view mirror, William noticed Hugh's reaction, but wasn't surprised by it - he knew that Hugh despised Caroline, and he couldn't really blame him for that. Caroline had always treated his oldest son with thinly veiled hostility, and spurned any conciliatory gestures he made. Her behavior toward him only grew worse when Ian was born, but it still amazed William that, in spite of how Caroline treated him, Hugh's affection for his brother was unabated. "That sounds promising."

The conversation in the car temporarily ceased. Not being acquainted with the woman under discussion, Peter had nothing to say, and the four other occupants silently reflected on their encounters with her.

"Where are we dining tonight?" Elizabeth asked.

"There's a little Indian restaurant on London Road where we like to eat," William replied.

"Ummm," she purred.

"I could go for a good curry." Peter agreed.

William nodded. "This place has the best."

They pulled up to an old brick building on the busy street, and after William parked the car they all walked swiftly to the restaurant. The proprietor greeted them as they entered and ushered them to a large table in the center of the dining area. The resonant sounds of a sitar drifted across the room as they took their seats.

"It smells so good in here." Elizabeth glanced up at William as he pushed in her chair.

Sitting down in the seat beside her, William pointed to the menu she held in front of her. "You should try the Lamb Roganjosh. It's delicious."

She closed her menu. "I think I will."

William questioned Peter about his schooling, and soon the two were conversing freely on a variety of subjects. Hugh, curious about Peter's life in America, listened intently and interjected with a few questions while his younger brother hungrily satisfied his appetite, ignoring the discussion.

Leaning back, Elizabeth enjoyed the pleasant conversation at the table, marveling at these men in her life who seemed to come together in just one afternoon. And after the meal when William draped his arm across the back of her chair, Elizabeth smiled contentedly. It seemed the most natural thing in the world - Ian continued chattering, Peter didn't give it a moments concern, only Hugh seemed affected, shifting in his seat uncomfortably before returning to his reclined position, which was more than Elizabeth could have hoped for.

Chapter Eighteen

"What do you think, Mom? Should I sell him?" Peter asked when he walked into the sitting room after having been out riding Horatio.

Elizabeth, who had been working at the laptop, looked up at him. "That's entirely up to you."

"He's a great horse, I'd really hate to give him up."

"Then don't," Elizabeth said before returning her attention to the computer.

"But he's wasting away here with no one to ride him," Peter continued, not noticing that his mother was preoccupied. "Ralph never takes him out, and I wouldn't want you riding him."

With her eyes fixed on the screen she lightly bobbed her head. "Hmmm."

"Maybe I should bring him back home with me."

"Hmmm ... maybe you should." Elizabeth mumbled while still typing.

Peter crossed the room and plopped himself down on the sofa. "Yeah, I can bring him back home."

"Um hmm."

Finally realizing that Elizabeth wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying, Peter raised his voice. "I can leave him in your yard...you have a large garden ... he could sleep in the gazebo and feed on the fruit trees ... he wouldn't cause much damage..."

Elizabeth slowly raised her head, looking at her son with a baffled expression. "What are you talking about?"

Chuckling, Peter leaned back into the plush cushions. "Did you hear anything I said?"

"No." She started to shake her head, but quickly changed the movement into a nod. "Yes."

He laughed louder. "You weren't even listening to me."

"Oh, but I was." Elizabeth grinned. "You wanted to let that horse of yours destroy my garden."

"So, you were listening?" Peter stretched his arms out. "And you wouldn't mind Horatio living in your yard?"

"Yes, and no." She nodded her head, then furrowed her brow. "You can't take that horse home - he wouldn't be very comfortable living in your apartment, and he is definitely not welcome to trample my garden."

Peter pursed his lips into a pout while feigning a whimper. "Please."

"You can whine all you want." Elizabeth suppressed a grin. "Horatio stays in England."

A dimple appeared on Peter's right cheek as a lopsided smile formed on his face. "Just thought I'd give it a try. It worked when I brought Max home."

"Yes, it did." She smiled at the remembrance. "But you were only seven then, and Max was just a puppy." Her smile deepened as she recalled her seven year old son standing at the back door wearing grass stained jeans torn at the knees while holding a mud covered, wriggling little dog in his arms.

"And a great puppy he was," Peter mused.

Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, he was."

For several moments the pair sat quietly until Elizabeth noticed the time. "It's after four. I need to finish this up so I can be ready by six."

"What are you working on?"

"Just replying to an email Jim Lamoreaux sent to me. He wanted my input, and with Jim it always seems to be urgent."

"Even though you're on a completely different continent Jim still wants your help with his cases?"

"Yes, I think he's trying to make me feel indispensable and get me to go back to work with him."

Peter arched a brow. "Are you sure that's all he wants?"

She narrowed her eyes. "I hope you're not implying what I think you are."

He shrugged. "I was just wondering."

"Well, stop. There's nothing to wonder about. Now let me finish." She turned her attention back to the computer.

"I'd better wash up." Peter rose from the couch and headed upstairs to shower.

After sending her email, Elizabeth rushed upstairs to draw water for her bath, and as she sank into the steaming tub she relaxed, breathing in the scent of lavender. She was looking forward to this evening. Peter seemed to be fine with the thought of her dating William - he agreed to go to the play with them that night, and the previous evening at the restaurant she was pleased to see the two of them getting along so well. Even Hugh seemed to be opening up a little - he wasn't constantly wearing a stoic expression and was beginning to contribute to conversations, even responding directly to some of her comments. She wondered about the teenager. Why is he so angry? Who is he really angry with? Me? His father? Who? I wonder...

The bath water was tepid when Elizabeth finally emerged from the tub with wrinkled fingers and toes, and as she towel dried her hair, she thought about what she would wear to the play. Her heart quickened its pace as she anticipated an evening with William; where they went or who they were with didn't matter - she longed to be near him, and as she sifted through the closet looking for something to wear, her thoughts revolved around him and the time they had spent together. Her movements slowed as she recollected their intimate encounters, and an impish smile graced her lips as she recalled that whenever he had leaned in to kiss her cheek the previous day, she had resisted the urge to turn her lips toward his. Sighing deeply, she decided to dress in her khaki walking shorts and a pale blue cotton blouse - the weather had been warmer than usual and she wanted to be comfortable.

As she sat at the dressing table, Elizabeth took extra care in fixing her hair and applying her makeup. She dabbed perfume behind her ears and on her neck, trailing it down toward her cleavage. With one last glance in the mirror she arched a brow and smiled, pleased with her appearance and filled with anticipation for the evening. Grabbing her sandals, she left her room to wait downstairs with Peter for the Darcy's arrival.

Just before six o'clock she heard the sound of a car on the drive, and as Elizabeth opened the back door, William was raising his hand to knock.

His countenance lifted when he saw Elizabeth standing in the doorway. "Good evening, love. You look gorgeous." He leaned down to kiss her cheek.

Shifting her head, she met his lips with her own, surprising William. He pulled back, a faint pink hue colored his cheeks as he turned to greet Peter who had just entered the room and was approaching them.

"How are you, son?" William held out his hand.

"I'm well." Peter shook the offered hand. "How are you?"

Glancing at Elizabeth, he raised his brow. "I'm fantastic. Looking forward to a wonderful evening." He motioned out the door. "Are you ready to leave? Hugh's waiting in the car."

Elizabeth nodded. "I am."

"Let's go." Peter gestured for them to go before him.

Both Elizabeth and Peter greeted Hugh when they took their seats in the car, and on the drive they all expressed an eagerness to see this production - even Hugh, who had recently studied Shakespeare's comedies in school.

When they arrived in Lambton, they turned up the main street toward the town square. While searching for a space to park the car, William saw the Lucases walking down the lane. "There's Charlotte and Collins." He pointed to the couple.

"Is Thomas with them?" Hugh questioned as he leaned forward to see out the window.

William shook his head. "I don't know."

"He's over there." Elizabeth directed Hugh's attention to the side of the road. "He's getting something from the backseat of their car."

"Stop here, Dad. Pete and I will find a place to sit."

"Take the quilts out of the boot," William said after pulling the car over. "Look for Percy, we're supposed to be meeting up with him."

"Okay." The teenager hurriedly jumped out of the car.

"See you at the park," Peter said as he got out.

After Peter and Hugh retrieved the blankets, William shifted the car into gear and headed up the street, once again trying to find a place to park.

"There's a place." Elizabeth pointed out an empty space two cars up from Charlotte's Rover.

William craned his neck to see the spot as he slowly drove past it. "No ... there's not enough room."

"What about that one?" Elizabeth drew his gaze to another opening.

Again William slowly passed by it, shaking his head. "I don't think I can maneuver into that space."

As they drove past, Elizabeth noticed that the gap between the parked cars was large enough to fit two vehicles. Turning in William's direction, she eyed him curiously. "So, tell me, Mr. Darcy ... what constitutes a satisfactory parking place for you?"

William grinned, but kept his eyes on the road in front of him. Elizabeth could see a dimple indenting his cheek, but he said nothing, just continued scanning the roadside.

After several silent moments William leaned forward in his seat and pointed up the street past the very last parked car. "That, my dear, is what I consider a satisfactory place to park."

Elizabeth looked at the spot as they approached it. "And what makes it so special?"

He pulled to the side and parked the car. "I'll tell you..." He quickly got out, hurrying to open Elizabeth's door. Taking her hand, William gently eased Elizabeth up from her seat and leaned down to kiss her tenderly. As he pulled away, he looked deeply into her eyes, trailing his thumb across her cheek before placing another kiss on her parted lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as he buried his face in her soft, wavy tresses. "Hmmm..." He inhaled deeply. "This is what I like about this parking place."

Elizabeth rested her head on his shoulder, saying nothing, merely enjoying the feel of his arms encircling her.

Reluctantly William released his hold of Elizabeth. "We should join the others."

Turning to face the town square Elizabeth quickly brushed away the tears that had welled in her eyes. "You're right." She smiled back at him.

Not having noticed her tears, William motioned down the street. "Let's." With his hand on the small of her back he escorted Elizabeth to the village park.

"Fitz, how the devil are you?" Sir Percy called out when he saw his old friend drawing near with Elizabeth at his side.

"Couldn't be better, Percy."

"Glad to hear it." Sir Percy took hold of Elizabeth's hands. "Darling, wonderful to see you." He placed a kiss on her cheek. "I still don't know what you see in this old bloke." He winked at her. "When there's a sea full of younger, much more handsome fish to be had."

Elizabeth patted Sir Percy's cheek. "You are positively incorrigible." She smiled and looked over his shoulder at Julianne as she walked toward them. "Julianne..." Elizabeth gave her a quick hug. "I'm so glad to have the chance to see you before you leave."

Julianne frowned as she stepped back from their embrace. "Don't remind me."

"Here you are, my sweet." Sir Percy kissed Julianne.

Julianne blushed. "Here I am." She smiled shyly as she looked around the small group.

"How are you this evening?" William asked when Julianne glanced his direction.

"I'm well, thanks." She ducked her head. "And you?"

"Enough with the small talk, we need to find our seats - it's almost time for the play to begin." Sir Percy took Julianne by the hand and rushed off to find the rest of their group. Elizabeth and William followed behind them, weaving their way through the crowded park.

"Elizabeth!" Charlotte waved her arms when she saw her friend approaching. "Over here."

After greeting their friends, William and Elizabeth laid out a large blanket on the grass next to Charlotte and Collins. Peter, Hugh and Thomas settled further down on the opposite side of Thomas' parents. Sir Percy and Julianne positioned themselves in front of the Lucases, virtually ignoring the rest of their group. William chuckled at the sight of his old friend as he hovered over his date - he'd never seen Sir Percy act so possessively about a woman. The look on his face when he broke into William's conversation with Julianne could only be described as one of jealousy. Is Percy afraid I'll steal Julianne's attention from him? William shook his head as he looked over at Elizabeth who sat beside him to his right. He has no cause for worry. He gazed at Elizabeth - she was talking with Charlotte - he could see the curl of her lips as she laughed, the sound of it lyrical to his ear. Reaching over, William brushed a few loose blades of grass from Elizabeth's leg. Turning away from her conversation, Elizabeth glanced over at him and smiled before resuming her chat with her friend.

As the play began, all conversation ceased and the audience's attention was drawn toward the stage as the actors playing Justice Shallow, Slender and Sir Hugh Evans entered. William had seen this play several times, and although it wasn't one of his favorites, he had been looking forward to seeing it with Elizabeth, especially since she'd read the play but had never actually seen a production of it. He watched her as she leaned forward, listening intently to each of the words the players spoke.

Although they were amateurs the actors were quite good, particularly the fellow playing Falstaff. When he announced his intention to seduce Page's and Ford's wives and produced his love letters to them, Elizabeth laughed aloud, turning to gauge William's reaction. He smiled, pleased to see she was enjoying the production, and moved closer to her side. Toward the end of the second act Elizabeth leaned into William, resting her weight against him, and this is where she remained until the intermission at the end of Act Three.

Elizabeth shifted forward, stretching her back and legs. William rose and as he stood before her, he helped Elizabeth onto her feet. "I think I'm getting too old to sit on the hard ground." Reaching back, she rubbed her haunches.

William laughed aloud. "We probably should have taken seats on the side."

Placing her hand on his arm, Elizabeth smiled up at William. "I think I prefer these seats." She gestured toward the blanket.

He made no verbal response, only cast her a dimpled grin.

"Are you enjoying the play?" Charlotte asked as she sidled next to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth nodded. "Very much."

"Indeed," William agreed. "The most enjoyable production of it I've ever seen."

"That good, eh?" Charlotte raised a questioning brow.

"Absolutely." He smirked at Charlotte. "Let's stretch our legs." He took hold of Elizabeth's arm. "Care to join us, Charlotte?"

Charlotte shook her head. "No, thanks...I'll pass."

The couple wandered to the far side of the green near the stage, and was just about to return to their group when they heard Caroline's voice call out to her ex-husband. "Fitzwilliam!"

Cringing at the sound of it, William turned around to greet her while Elizabeth remained out of Caroline's line of vision. "Caroline."

"I can't believe you were going to just walk past without saying 'hello'." Her voice was sweet and smooth, like warm honey running off a dripper.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," William replied.

Caroline gestured to the middle aged man at her side. "Have you met Neville?" she cooed.

"I don't believe I've had the pleasure." William stretched out his hand. "Fitzwilliam Darcy. Pleasure to meet you."

Neville nodded as he grasped the offered hand. "Neville Bickerstaff."

"Allow me to introduce a very dear friend of mine." Turning back, William grabbed Elizabeth's hand, pulling her to his side.

The smile fell from Caroline's face and her eyes went cold as William introduced Elizabeth to Neville. Regaining her composure, she smiled spuriously at Elizabeth. "It's so nice to see you again. I hadn't realized you were still in the country."

"Oh, yes. I'm definitely still here." Elizabeth smiled charmingly. "In fact, I have no immediate plans to leave." She edged closer to William, placing her hand in the crook of his arm.

Caroline raised her chin high. "That's just so ... lovely to hear."

"Where is Ian tonight?" William asked his ex-wife.

"He's at home with Mrs. Dixon." Caroline laughed. "You don't expect I would bring him along on a date, would you?"

Elizabeth could see William's jaw clench tight as he heard Caroline's comment, but he made no response.

"So, Fitz, how are you enjoying this droll little production?" Caroline picked up the conversation, ignoring the fact that William hadn't responded to her last inquiry. "Don't you find it rather pedestrian?"

"Quite the contrary, I'm enjoying it very much." He placed his hand on Elizabeth's, drawing her even closer to his side. "How about you, Neville? Do you find the production...pedestrian?"

"Well, it's nothing compared to the Royal Shakespearean Theatre Company..."

"I wouldn't for one minute think to make that comparison," William interrupted.

"But it is rather amusing, I'd say." Neville smiled at Elizabeth. "Wouldn't you agree, Elizabeth?"

"I would." Elizabeth inclined her head.

Seeing her date paying direct attention to Elizabeth Bennet raised Caroline's ire, and she felt her composure slipping. She took a deep intake of breath while linking her arm with Neville's. "Darling, I'm feeling fatigued, I think I'd like to sit down."

"If you'd like." He nodded at William and Elizabeth. "Very nice to have met you."

Elizabeth and William watched as the pair turned away, returning to their seats. "He's not such a bad fellow," William commented as they resumed their walk.

"If it's possible to make a judgment on such a limited exchange." Elizabeth looked up at William, trying to decipher what he might be thinking or feeling. "He was correct though..." She mused aloud as William cast her a doubtful expression. "This is nothing compared to the Royal Shakespeareans."

William laughed, tightening his hold of Elizabeth's hand, glad to have her by his side.

"Fitz, did you see Caroline?" Sir Percy asked when William and Elizabeth joined the group.

"I did."

Elizabeth gave his hand a squeeze as she left his company to join Peter and the others.

Sir Percy grinned. "So, you met her date?"

"Neville?" William straightened his shoulders. "Yes, I met the man."

"And what did you think of him?"

"Seemed a nice chap." William shrugged.

"A very wealthy, nice chap."

William grunted. "Exactly Caroline's type."

"I guess that's what attracted her." Sir Percy chuckled.

A musical announcement signified that the intermission was ending and the audience should return to their seats. William found Elizabeth already sitting on the blanket. Looking up, she gestured for him to take the place next to her, which he gladly did.

"Is Peter enjoying the play?" William whispered into Elizabeth's ear as the fourth act began.

She nodded her head. "He is."

Keeping his mouth close to her ear he questioned her further. "What about Hugh? Did he say anything?"

"Yes, he did," she whispered back to him.

"What did he say?"

"Shhh." She turned to face him. "I'm trying to watch the play."

He grinned. "I'm not preventing you from seeing it."

Elizabeth feigned a reproving look. "No, but you're keeping me from hearing it."

"Sorry." After Elizabeth turned around to watch the stage he lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper. "So, what did Hugh say?"

"William." Elizabeth turned back to face him, placing a finger over his lips. "Shhh."

Grinning, he kissed her finger.

As she removed her finger she giggled softly. "I really do want to watch the play, I'll talk to you afterwards. Okay?"

Nodding his head, he agreed. "Okay."

Bored with the production and distracted by the sight and scent of Elizabeth next to him, William struggled to occupy himself until the closing act. The sky had grown dark and the night air was chilly. He noticed Elizabeth hugging her knees, drawing them close to her body.

He leaned over again to whisper in her ear. "Did you bring a jumper?"

"Hmmm?" She looked at him, confused before realizing what he had asked. "No. No, I didn't."

"Slide over," William said as he practically lifted her to the far side of the blanket. With Elizabeth snuggled against his side, he pulled the quilt around them, tucking it over Elizabeth's shoulders. "Better?"

"Yes." She cuddled closer to him, savoring the warmth of his body. "Much better."

William took her left hand in his, raising it to place a kiss on the back of it. As he laid it down on his leg, the shimmer of her gold and diamond ring caught his eye. Without releasing his hold, he ran his finger along the length of hers and twisted the band on her finger. Elizabeth curled her hand over his, capturing his fingers and limiting his movements as she redirected her attention toward the players on the stage.

William pulled her closer, resting his head against hers as they watched the remainder of the play in silence.

After the play the entire group met at the Lucas' to eat. Charlotte had prepared a smorgasbord, and, as usual, it was exquisite. Sir Percy kept Julianne close to his side, knowing that their time together was short as she was scheduled to leave for Hertfordshire the next morning. Hugh and Thomas wandered off to Thomas' bedroom while Peter sat at the dining table enjoying the company of adults. Charlotte made certain all her guests had everything they might need as Collins disappeared for the rest of the evening. William sat next to Elizabeth, his leg pressed against hers as they all discussed the production and a variety of topics, including Caroline and her new beau.

Chapter Nineteen

Saturday morning Elizabeth awoke unusually early. She shifted in bed, throwing back the linens as she looked out the nearby window, gazing at the ashen sky. Lying on her stomach, she rested her chin upon her folded arms, sighing contentedly, thoughts of the previous evening running through her head. William had held her close, resting his head against hers as they watched the final act of the play. She wasn't entirely certain if he had, in fact, seen the last act - he seemed very restless, tracing circles on her arm with his fingertips and playing with her hands. Admittedly, she herself had missed some of the final scenes, distracted by William's closeness and his attentions to her. A placid smile covered her face. "Hmmmm..." she sighed deeply, recalling the feel of his arms around her and the scent of the sandalwood he wore. I wonder if he's still asleep ... or is he up and running this morning? She rolled onto her side. I wonder...

Sitting up in bed, Elizabeth again looked out the window - it was still quite early, but the pale sky was light enough to see across the horizon. She quickly rose from her bed, rushing to the chest of drawers to find her jeans. After buttoning the closure she grabbed a pale pink t-shirt and a pair of socks, donning them hastily. In the bathroom she washed her face, ran a brush through her hair, clipped it back then quickly brushed her teeth. She examined her appearance, and just as she was turning to leave the room she looked in the mirror again, leaning closer for a more careful inspection. Biting her lower lip, she noticed ruddiness on her cheeks and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She pursed her lips and sighed. Opening a drawer, she pulled out a concealer stick and foundation and carefully applied them, making certain the imperfections on her face were effectively masked. A final glance in the mirror revealed her carelessness in dressing as she noticed the top she was wearing was on backwards. Pulling her arms out, she twisted the shirt around then put her arms back through the sleeves.

While slipping into her shoes she grabbed a light jacket from the closet and hurried down the stairs and out the back door as the rest of the household slept soundly. The air was cool and hung heavy with the morning mist. Elizabeth tucked her hands into the pockets of her jacket; briskly walking in an easterly direction alongside the tree lined wall she had lately been passing quite frequently. Pemberley's gate stood tall in the distance, and fixing her gaze on it Elizabeth searched to locate William's familiar form emerging from behind it, but as she approached no one appeared - the grounds were still. With disappointed hopes she slowly turned around, heading back toward Cresthaven.

As she reached the western edge of Pemberley's perimeter she heard a deep voice calling out her name. Her heart leapt as she looked back to see William riding toward her atop Gawain.

"Elizabeth!" William urged the horse to move faster.

She stood waiting as he approached - the smile on her face growing wider as he narrowed the distance between them. "Good morning."

"You're out terribly early this morning," he said as he reined Gawain to a halt. "What brings you out at this hour?"

"Couldn't sleep." She cocked her head to the side. "What about you?"

"Oh, I don't know..." He shrugged his shoulders. "I thought a morning ride would be invigorating."

"And has it been?"

"I couldn't say." He grinned down at her. "I've yet to ride."

Taking a step back, Elizabeth made a wide sweeping motion with her arm. "Well, don't let me keep you."

"You're not." Shifting in the saddle William smiled broadly as he leaned forward, extending his hand to Elizabeth. "Come with me."

She arched a brow. "Hmmm..."

Leaning down further, he stretched even closer to her. "Come."

"I don't know," she said coyly.

He looked at her imploringly. "Please."

A sly smile curled Elizabeth's lips. "Oh, all right."

"Give me your hand." William slid back in the saddle while taking her hand. "Now put your foot on mine."

Raising her foot up onto his, Elizabeth rested her weight on William's arm as he helped pull her onto the horse. "It's kind of a snug fit here," Elizabeth said as she settled into the saddle in front of William, keenly aware of his body pressed against her own.

"It is," William replied, wrapping his arm around her waist, drawing her closer to him. "Are you comfortable?" He reached forward, taking the reins in both of his hands.

Am I comfortable? Inhaling deeply, she steadied her breathing. "Yes." She could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks. "How about you?"

"Very." Gently pulling the reins to the left, William led Gawain back toward the open fields of Pemberley, keeping the pace slow.

After several moments of silence Elizabeth turned back, glancing at William. "You aren't going to have much of a ride with me here spoiling your fun."

"What makes you think you're spoiling my fun?" He tightened his grip on the reins, and by doing so also tightened his hold on Elizabeth.

"I would think it's rather obvious ... you went out to ride and now your horse is barely trotting."

"Trust me." William pressed his cheek against hers. "You're not spoiling my fun."

Elizabeth could feel the bristle of his unshaven face. "All right, if you're certain."

"Most certain."

Reaching back, she brushed her hand against his rough cheek. "You left in a hurry this morning."

He chuckled. "I wasn't planning on seeing anyone this early."

She smiled and rubbed his cheek once again before dropping her hand - it had been quite a long time since she had been this close to an unshaven man in the morning, and was surprised at the feelings it evoked within her.

They traversed the meadow speaking only of the weather and the scenery, both lost in their own thoughts. William hadn't slept much the night before - he had gone to bed with images of Elizabeth filling his head. He couldn't forget the feel of her next to him; her body relaxing against his side, and the warmth of her breath against his lips as she sweetly returned his kisses. Her scent lingered with him - even hours after they had parted he could still smell her there. Not able to sleep he had risen very early, trying to fill the void he felt inside. As soon as he could see the first light of dawn on the horizon he left the house to ride and clear his head.

He grinned as he looked down at Elizabeth - thoughts of her had kept him awake most of the night and now here he sat atop Gawain with her in his arms. "I was planning to visit you today."

"You were?" she asked, surprised.

"Yes." He nodded, his cheek grazing her ear. "I want to invite you and Peter to dinner tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"You're not leaving early for London, are you?" he asked, worried that she may have changed her plans.

"No, we're still leaving Monday."

"Good," he said, relief apparent in his voice. "And you will come to dinner?"

Smiling, Elizabeth laughed softly. "Yes, we'll come to dinner."

Elizabeth and Peter spent the day together - they visited Lambton and the neighboring village of Haywood, and Peter took one last ride on Horatio knowing it would be several months before he was able to ride him again, if ever. Bessie prepared a special dinner in Peter's honor - roasted chicken and herbed potatoes. She had cooked this meal when the Bennets had first come to stay at Cresthaven and Bessie had been gratified when she saw Peter eat half of the bird himself, telling her it was the best chicken he'd ever tasted in his life.

They spent a quiet evening at home, talking and enjoying each others company, neither wanting to think about Peter's departure just a few days away. Sir Percy, who was obviously missing Julianne, dropped by for a visit, but stayed only a short while before giving Peter his regards, wishing him success in the future and urging him to visit more often.

Exhausted from the activities of the day Elizabeth retired early, but as she laid alone in bed her thoughts drifted to the morning and her time with William. He'd barely spoken throughout the ride, but neither had she - they both seemed content just to be near the other, and when he dropped her off at the head of Cresthaven's driveway he had dismounted first before assisting her off the horse. They stood silently for several moments before William bent down to kiss her lips. Rising up on her toes, Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck, eagerly pressing her mouth against his. With heightened passion the kiss deepened. William wove his hands into her hair, and was about to remove the clip from it when Elizabeth pulled away. She could hear him groan as he lowered his hands.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, turning to leave.

"Elizabeth..." William grabbed her hand, stopping her retreat. "Don't do this."

She tried to pull her hand from his grasp, but he held it tightly. "I'm sorry..."

He pulled her to him, encircling his arms around her. "You don't have to be sorry."

Her tears began flowing. "I don't think I can ... I don't think..." she said as she softly sobbed.

"It's all right." He held her close until she backed out of his embrace, her brow furrowed. He looked at her earnestly as she edged away from him. "Are you upset with me?" he asked cautiously.

Elizabeth became still, staring at William wide-eyed. "No, is that what you think?" Lowering her head, she crossed her arms tightly. "I'm not upset with you. I'm just..." She sighed deeply. "Never mind."

A perplexed expression crossed William's face. "Never mind?"

"Yes, never mind."

"Never mind what?" William ran his fingers through his hair. " The fact that you won't talk to me, or the fact that you won't trust me?" His voice remained steady despite the frustration he was feeling.

"Trust you?" Elizabeth shook her head, thinking that it wasn't William she didn't trust - it was herself and her instinctive physical reactions to him. "This has nothing to do with trust."

He looked at her doubtfully. "I think it does."

"Believe me, it doesn't." Her expression softened. "It's related more to time than trust."

"Time?" He raised a questioning brow.

"Yes, time." She bit her lip as a faint blush colored her cheeks. "Please don't ask me to explain ... it's not something I want to discuss ... it's just me."

"Time?" he asked again.

Chuckling, Elizabeth nodded her head. "Yes, time." She took hold of his hand. "You've been so patient and sweet..." She gave his hand a squeeze before letting go of it. "And all I give you is frustration."

William smiled at her, shaking his head. "No, you give me a lot more than frustration." Placing his hands on both of her shoulders he leaned down to kiss her gently and innocently on the lips. "Thank you for helping me understand." He kissed her again. "Thank you for riding with me this morning." Leaning down, he kissed her yet again. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay. Tomorrow." Smiling, she backed away then turned, heading up the drive toward the house.

Elizabeth sighed as she rolled over in bed. Grabbing a pillow, she wrapped her arms around it, squeezing tightly. She felt confused. Her feelings for William were becoming very strong, but she wasn't sure she was ready for their relationship to progress any further. He's understanding and caring - the way he handled me pulling away this morning is proof enough of that. She thought about William, enumerating his qualities. His behavior toward his sons, and Peter, reveals many positive attributes of his character - that's definitely in his favor. A smile crept onto her face. I love his dimpled smile and the sound of his voice - there's something about the way he says my name that I love to hear. And kissing him ... he's a great kisser ... maybe too great of a kisser. Elizabeth buried her face in the pillow. She was beginning to feel frustrated with the many feelings that had arisen within her lately. I think things are just moving too quickly...maybe these few days away will be good for me...maybe I need to stop having these trysts with William...I think we need to keep things simple.

The next morning Elizabeth woke up feeling drained, wishing she could just spend the day in bed, but knew she couldn't - she had places to go. Reluctantly she rose from bed and took a long, hot shower, hoping it would revitalize her. Moving slowly she fixed her hair and make up, then dressed in the new blue dress she had purchased the previous day while in Haywood. Somehow wearing a new outfit helped to improve her mood, and by the time she descended the stairs she felt a bit more ready to greet the day.

"There you are." Peter gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I was beginning to think you'd gone back to bed."

Smiling, she softly patted his cheek. "Are you ready?"

"Let's go." Peter motioned toward the door.

Elizabeth drove to the church, conversing less than usual on the way, which raised Peter's concern.

"Are you feeling okay, Mom? You don't seem quite yourself today."

"I'm just a little tired." She smiled at him, trying to ease his worry.

"You're not coming down sick are you?"

"No, I'm fine." She patted his leg. "Don't worry about me."

"Okay," he hesitantly agreed.

They arrived at the chapel shortly before the service was to start, giving them just enough time to find their seats. As they approached the bench where Elizabeth usually sat she noticed that a dark haired gentleman was sitting on the end closest to the aisle. Elizabeth recognized him immediately and grinned to herself. He did say he'd come back this week.

When Elizabeth and Peter reached the pew, William greeted them with a smile and stood to make room for the pair. Peter shook William's hand, surprised to see him there. After saying 'hello' to William, Elizabeth sat down between the two men.

"You look beautiful this morning," William whispered in Elizabeth's ear.

Smiling, she leaned in closer to him. "Thank you." She gazed up into his eyes and felt all her worries of yesterday fade away. "I'm happy to see you here."

He smiled at her - a deep, dimpled one that caused Elizabeth's own smile to stretch across her face as she settled into her seat, resting her arm against William's.

The service seemed to pass quickly. Before she realized it the benediction was said and the congregation began filing out of the chapel.

"I'm surprised to see you here, Fitz," Peter addressed the older man as they left the building.

William chuckled. "Your mother had the very same reaction when she saw me here last week."

Peter looked over at Elizabeth, who was on the opposite side of William. "I bet she did." He smiled, remembering the previous Sunday when his mother had returned from church in an extremely good mood. "So, did you enjoy the service?" Peter asked, and the three of them began strolling the churchyard, discussing the sermon.

When they returned home from church, Peter suggested that Elizabeth take a nap to rest before they had to leave for their dinner engagement at the Darcy's. Following his advice, Elizabeth went upstairs to her room, slipped out of her dress and climbed into bed. It didn't take long before she was sleeping peacefully, and when she awoke nearly two hours later she felt refreshed, eagerly anticipating their visit to Pemberley.

A servant met Elizabeth and Peter at Pemberley's entrance and led them through the large foyer toward a wide corridor. From the end of the hallway they could hear a piano playing. Elizabeth listened carefully, wondering if it was William at the instrument. He's quite good...I didn't know he played.

"Elizabeth," William called out as he walked briskly down the hall.

Perhaps he doesn't, she thought when she heard William's voice as well as the sound of the piano.

"Peter, I'm so glad you're here." He placed a kiss on Elizabeth's cheek before turning to shake Peter's hand. "Let's go into the parlor." William put his hand on the small of Elizabeth's back, escorting her down the hallway, the piano music still carrying through the corridor.

"Will I finally get the grand tour of Pemberley today?" Elizabeth asked William, a glint of playfulness in her eye.

"I think that can be arranged." William grinned at her, glad to see the spark back in her eyes. After he'd left her the previous morning he worried that she truly was upset with him, but just not telling him. She seemed better that morning at church, but he continued to worry.

They walked down the long hall toward the parlor, William giving them a mini tour as he pointed out a few areas of interest. Elizabeth listened with surprise as Peter asked questions about some of the architectural aspects of the house, expressing an unusual curiosity in the style and construction of it.

While Peter and William discussed these details, Elizabeth's gaze wandered to the paintings that adorned the wide corridor. She ambled slowly, examining the artwork when the sound of the piano stopping abruptly drew her notice. Looking down the hall, she watched to see if the unknown pianist would make an appearance, but no one emerged. Turning back, she joined William and Peter. "I thought I had sent you to law school." She linked her arm through Peter's. "When did you gain such an interest in architecture?"

Peter shrugged. "About the time I started dating Alicia - I told you she was an architectural major."

A thoughtful expression passed over Elizabeth's face as she tried to recall what Peter had told her about his girlfriend. "That's right, you did tell me."

"You should bring her to England, Peter." William said, as the trio continued down the hallway. "I'm sure she'd enjoy seeing some of the fine houses here."

"Pemberley included," Elizabeth added.

Nodding his head Peter smiled, thinking about how much he liked the idea of bringing Alicia to England with him. "Maybe on my next visit."

As they entered the parlor Elizabeth looked around the room. Hugh stood alone by the fireplace, turning to greet the visitors when he heard them enter. He didn't speak, only nodded his head when Elizabeth and Peter said 'hello'. Continuing her survey of the room she noticed that the entire exterior wall was covered in windows, providing a breathtaking view of Pemberley's grounds. Elizabeth crossed the floor to take in the prospect. "This is so lovely." She turned around, smiling at William. "I could stay in this room forever."

William beamed, thinking about how much he would like to have that happen. "This is one of my favorite rooms in the house."

Glancing to her left, Elizabeth noticed a grand piano positioned in the corner. She looked over at Hugh. He must have been the one playing - I would love to hear him again. Dare I ask him? She ran her hand across the smooth surface of the instrument. "Do you play?" she asked William.

"I'm afraid not." He grimaced. "Hugh's the pianist in the family." Both Elizabeth and William glanced at Hugh, who was talking with Peter. "What about you?" William turned back to face Elizabeth. "Do you play the piano?"

"Not really." She laughed softly. "When I sit at the piano it would hardly be considered playing, but I did spend several torturous years pretending to learn."

Chuckling, William picked up a disorganized stack of sheet music that lay atop the instrument, straightening the edges. "Hugh's been playing for more than ten years now. He's actually very proficient." William turned to look at his son. "Unfortunately, he doesn't like to play to an audience."

"That is unfortunate." Elizabeth edged closer to William's side. "Does he play for you?"

"Yes...surprisingly, he does." He set the orderly stack of music on the piano.

Elizabeth placed her hand on William's, caressing it as she spoke softly. "That's a good thing."

Before she lifted her hand away William caught hold of it. "It is a good thing," he said absently, gently running his thumb across the back of her hand.

For the next few minutes they stood silently by the piano, listening as their sons spoke. William stared down at Elizabeth's hand cradled in his own - whenever he was near her, he longed to feel her touch, even when she wasn't around he craved her company, the feel of her next to him. What is it about her that makes me feel like this? I don't think I've ever felt this way before. He looked across the room to watch his son. Perhaps I did feel this way about Cecilia. He sighed. Cecilia ... that was so long ago...

Whenever he looked at his oldest son he could see his first wife. Fitzwilliam had loved Cecilia intensely, and he thought she had loved him in return. So, the day he came home from a weeklong business trip and found her wedding ring wrapped in a note on his pillow was the worst day of his life. He never thought he would recover from that blow, and it only got worse when he found out that the reason Cecilia left was to be closer to the man she had been seeing for nearly a year. He became despondent, withdrawing completely from society - he wouldn't accept visitors or phone calls, and even turned his business over for his managers to run. He lived like this for almost four months, and probably would have continued if not for Sir Percy's interference. Concerned for his friend's well being, Sir Percy planted himself at Pemberley, urging Fitz to stop wallowing in self-pity. Later Fitz was heard saying that he came back around just to keep Percy from nagging him.

William turned his eyes toward Elizabeth as she looked out the window. He could only see the side of her face, but he could tell that she was smiling. She is such a beautiful woman ... not just physically ... everything about her...Cecilia is nothing compared to Elizabeth ... He recalled their passionate encounter on the previous morning. I understand that she needs time ... I can give her that ... I've waited this long to find he r... Raising her hand, he kissed it tenderly. Elizabeth looked over and smiled. It's not going to be easy, but I can give her time.

Dinner was announced and William led Elizabeth to the dining room with Peter and Hugh following behind them. William seated Elizabeth in the chair closest to his while Hugh sat across from his father with Peter opposite Elizabeth, and although the table was spacious they were able to converse comfortably during the meal.

"Peter, your mother tells me that you may be selling your horse." William said after they had finished the meal.

Peter glanced at his mother. "I've been thinking about it."

"If you decide to get serious about it let me know. I may be interested."

"I will ... if I decide to sell."

William inclined his head. "Good." Turning to Elizabeth he raised his brow. "Are you ready to see the house?"

"I am..." Elizabeth smiled. "And have been for several weeks."

"Well, then, we should get to it." William stood. "Would you lads care to join us?" He glanced across the table toward Peter and Hugh.

Hugh smirked at his father. "I've seen the house, Dad."

"I'm aware of that, Son." William cast Hugh a grave expression. "How about you, Peter?"

"That would be great." Peter stood to join his mother and William.

Seeing that Peter was going along for the tour, Hugh decided to join the group. William led them through the house, briefly telling some of the history and pointing out his favorite aspects of his ancestral home. Elizabeth was fascinated with the beauty of it, but especially enjoyed the varying views from each of the rooms. Peter and Hugh were drawn to the billiard room, and ended staying in that room for the remainder of the evening while Elizabeth and William continued their walk through the house.

William opened a set of double doors and motioned for Elizabeth to look inside. "This is the ballroom." He followed her through the doorway. "It doesn't get much use these days, except when I find Ian in here kicking the football around."

Elizabeth laughed at the thought of Ian playing soccer in a ballroom. "But it will next weekend." She scanned the room. "No footballs though."

"No." William chuckled. "No footballs next week." William looked at her earnestly. "You are coming to the ball, aren't you?"

She arched a brow. "I don't know..."

"You don't know?" His voice was tinged with a mixture of surprise and disappointment. "Charlotte told me you bought a dress last week." William took hold of her hands. "Elizabeth, you have to come. Whom will I dance with if you're not here?"

"Whom will you dance with?" She exaggerated the word dance, imitating William's accent. "I'm sure there will be scads of women waiting in line to be your partner."

Raising her hands, he first kissed the left one. "But I don't want to dance with scads of women." He then kissed her right hand. "I want to dance with you."

Arching her brow higher, she smiled mischievously, but made no response.

William watched the smile grow on her face. "You're just toying with me, aren't you?" His brow knit with a look of mock reproof. "You are planning to attend the ball."

Elizabeth stood silent, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

He took her face in his hands, and kissed her lips. "You're a wicked girl." He kissed her again. "I don't know if I can forgive you for abusing me in such a way."

Taking hold of his hands she moved his arms, placing them around her waist, then standing on her tiptoes, she reached up to lightly kiss his lips. "Oh, I think you can," she whispered as she brushed her lips against his then slipped out of his embrace before turning to leave the room.

William stood silent, watching her walk away. This is definitely not going to be easy. He raked his hand through his hair then quickly followed Elizabeth out of the room, closing the doors behind him.

Chapter Twenty

"Charlotte will be here Wednesday to fetch you," Ralph reminded Elizabeth as he set her travel bag on the sidewalk in front of the Claverley Hotel. "Do you have everything?"

"Yes, I do." Elizabeth smiled at him, touched by his concern for her well being. Ralph had insisted on bringing Elizabeth and Peter to London, worried about Elizabeth navigating her way through the city as well as making the drive home alone, and after Charlotte mentioned that she'd like to do some shopping in town and would be happy to pick Elizabeth up, he reluctantly agreed to let her. "Thank you, Ralph."

Ralph bid Peter farewell, shaking the young man's hand before turning to leave.

Peter grinned as he watched him get into the car and pull away. "I like Ralph." Draping his arm across his mother's shoulder, Peter directed her toward the hotel's entrance. "He really watches out for you."

Elizabeth nodded. "He does." Reaching up she grabbed hold of Peter's hand, squeezing it. "What would you like to do today? You haven't seen much of London. Is there anyplace in particular you'd like to go?"

Tilting his head to the side, Peter thought for a moment. "There is one thing I've always wanted to see." He moved his arm from her shoulder and motioned for Elizabeth to pass through the doorway ahead of him.

Looking back at her son, Elizabeth eyed him curiously. "What might that be?"

A dimple appeared on Peter's cheek as his mouth formed a lopsided grin. "I remember when I was a kid I wanted to see the guards at Buckingham Palace...you know, the guys with the big black hats."

Laughing, Elizabeth linked her arm with his. "I never knew that."

"I don't think I ever told you...I was always curious how they could stand still and never smile or talk."

"Well, since you've waited so long to see them, let's get ready and go."

Twenty minutes later Elizabeth and Peter were sitting in a taxi on their way to Buckingham Palace. After a terribly slow drive through congested city streets they could finally see the palace gates in the distance.

"Let's walk from here," Elizabeth suggested to Peter.

Peter agreed, and after paying the driver the pair walked briskly to join the crowd gathered near the entrance to the palace.

"I think they're changing the guards." Peter said to Elizabeth as he peered over the heads of the assembled tourists.

"They are." A woman standing in front of them turned to respond, her speech revealing that she was an American. "They're on the far side of the courtyard." As she shifted the young boy she held from one hip to the other she pointed into the distance. "They'll come from that direction."

"Have you seen this already?" Elizabeth asked as she moved closer to the woman.

"Oh, yes. We've been here the past two days." She smiled as she laughed gently. "The kids won't let us miss it, especially our three year old - he loves to see the soldiers."

Elizabeth noticed the toddler she held resting his head on her shoulder - he was probably not yet two years old with wispy blond hair. She smiled at him and his eyes widened before he buried his face against his mother. "He's adorable. How old is he?"

"Thank you." The woman beamed as she rubbed the boy's back. "He's twenty months."

The sound of beating drums drew their attention to the courtyard and soon they could see the guards marching across the square. For the next half hour Elizabeth and Peter watched the changing of the guards while conversing with the friendly American woman.

When they lost sight of the soldiers the crowd dispersed and four young children rushed to the side of the woman. "Mom! Mom!"

"Mama, I saw the 'shoulgers'," her three-year-old son said excitedly.

"You did?" Reaching down, she placed her hand on the boy's shoulder. "What were the soldiers doing?"

"Marching!" he cried out.

Turning to her husband, who had followed behind the children, she held out the young boy she carried. "Sweetheart, can you take Ethan?"

"Sure." The man gladly took the child from her arms and watched as his wife directed her full attention to their children as the youngsters shared their accounts of what they had seen while the palace guards marched across the courtyard.

"Are you enjoying your vacation?" Elizabeth asked the man as he gazed at his wife.

He shifted to face Elizabeth. "Very much." Stretching out his hand, he introduced himself. "It's nice to meet you."

"It's always nice to meet a fellow American while traveling abroad," Peter commented.

"Are you in England very long?" the man asked.

"I'll be leaving Wednesday, but my mom lives here." Peter gestured toward Elizabeth.

"Really? You live here?"

Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, up north in Derbyshire - have you visited that part of the country?"

The man shook his head. "No, we've been in London since Saturday and are traveling to Bath tomorrow."

"You should make a point to visit Derbyshire and the Peak District - it's beautiful country," Elizabeth urged him.

"Unfortunately we're unable to travel north on this trip, perhaps next time."

"Be sure you do," she said smilingly.

Elizabeth and Peter strolled through the palace gardens chatting with the gregarious American couple while their children romped alongside them, and when they parted Elizabeth invited them to visit her in Lambton whenever they made the trip north.

Since they had begun their stay in London at one of the biggest tourist attractions, Elizabeth and Peter decided to continue visiting some of the popular sites in the city. That afternoon and the next day they saw the Tower of London, Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament, and spent some time at Westminster Abbey. Elizabeth, who had lately been reading a great deal of poetry, was especially interested in Poet's Corner and looked anxiously to find the memorial to Lord Byron, whose poetry had recently become favorites of hers.

On Peter's last night in England while helping him pack his bag, Elizabeth thought that perhaps she should go back to America herself. Jane and Chase will be taking their summer trip soon...I haven't seen them since Christmas ... it would be so nice to see Jane again...we haven't really talked in ages...she thought to herself as she handed Peter his razor and toothbrush. There are a lot of people I haven't seen lately ... maybe I should go home ... there's so much to catch up on...

"What's the matter, Mom?" Peter broke into her reverie.

Elizabeth looked up at him, unaware that he had been watching the expression on her face change. "Nothing's the matter. Why?"

"You looked like you were in pain. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine." She smiled at him to prove her point. "I was just thinking about your Aunt Jane, wondering how she was."

"Why don't you call her?" Peter suggested as he moved his case to the foot of his bed.

"I should."

"She'd probably like to hear from you." Peter sat down on the bed. "Call her when you get back to Lambton."

"I think I will."

"I've loved having you here. I'm so glad you came to visit," Elizabeth said hoarsely, choking back her tears as she held Peter tightly.

Standing at the terminal Peter hugged his mother, nodding in response. His ten day visit had seemed to pass quickly. Yet so much has happened, he thought, recalling all that had transpired during his stay.

Elizabeth pulled away from his embrace. "Call me when you get home." She reached up to straighten his collar, smoothing the fabric of his shirt.

Peter inclined his head. "I will."

"You'd better go before I start crying again." Elizabeth chuckled as she gripped Peter's hand.

Leaning down, Peter kissed his mother's cheek. "I'll see you when I see you..." His voice was tentative making his comment sound more like a question than a statement.

"Yes ... till then." Elizabeth gave Peter one last hug then watched him turn and walk away. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision as she stood staring across the terminal until she could no longer see Peter amongst the crowd.

As Elizabeth rode back to the hotel she thought about her son. This time with Peter has been wonderful ... I'm glad we were able to talk ... I'm going to miss him...

Elizabeth searched under the bed, checking to find any items she may have overlooked. She picked a stray sock up from the floor and tucked it into her satchel before heading to the bathroom for one last look when a knock sounded at the door of her suite. Pivoting on her heel, she approached the door. "You're early, Charlotte," she called out as she turned the lock. "I wasn't expecting you..." Her eyes widened in surprise as she pulled the door open. "At all," she said slowly while staring up at William standing in the hallway outside of her room. "Where's Charlotte?" she asked, her eyes never leaving his.

"She ... um..." William shifted his weight from one foot to the other, suddenly nervous to be at Elizabeth's door. He had missed being with her the past two days and had convinced Charlotte to let him pick Elizabeth up, telling her that he was going to be in London on business anyway and it would be senseless for her to travel all that way when he would already be in town. So Charlotte agreed to have Hugh stay with her family while Fitz brought Elizabeth back from London. "I ... I had business in town, so I thought ... I offered to drive you home." He raked his hand through his hair. "I've missed you, Elizabeth."

A warm smile spread across Elizabeth's face. "I missed you too."

William bent down, eagerly pressing his lips to hers, surprising Elizabeth with his passion. Her cheeks flushed as she became aware of the intensity in her response to his ardor. Slowly she drew back; reaching her arms around his broad shoulders she embraced him, resting her head against his chest. She could feel his heart pounding rapidly as he tightened his hold of her, nuzzling into her hair. Elizabeth held still, steadying her breathing as well as her thoughts. She had missed seeing William, but hadn't realized how much until she saw him standing at the door. I thought this time apart would calm my feelings for him. Her heart beat in rhythm with his. Perhaps clear my head a little...

Inhaling deeply, she released her hold of William and slid out of his arms. "I'm not quite ready to go yet." She gestured back toward her open bag on the bed. "Come in." As she motioned him inside she turned to cross the room, but stopped abruptly after having taken only two steps. "No." Quickly jerking around, Elizabeth held up her hands, barring William from entering. "Wait here."

A look of confusion passed over William's face as he stepped back into the hall. "Is something wrong?"

"No." Elizabeth nodded her head. "Nothing's wrong...just wait here. Let me finish...I'm almost ready," she said, nervousness edging her voice.

"All right," William replied hesitantly, wondering why she had suddenly become so jumpy. Is she unhappy to see me? Perhaps I shouldn't have come. His brow knit as his mind began to fill with doubts while he stood in the doorway watching Elizabeth dash around the room gathering her belongings and packing them into her carryall. Maybe this wasn't such a fine idea ... I shouldn't have imposed myself ... if she had wanted me here she would have asked me...

A few minutes later Elizabeth looked across the room at William and heaved a sigh. "I think that's everything." After zipping the case closed she grabbed hold of the handle and moved to lift it but was stopped by William's hand encompassing hers.

"Let me take that." He quickly lifted the bag and crossed the room before Elizabeth had a chance to respond.

Raising her brow, she noted the coolness in William's voice. She watched him stride out the door, then grabbing her purse she slung it over her shoulder, following him into the corridor.

Halfway down the hall William slowed his pace, allowing Elizabeth to catch up with him. He gave her a sideways glance; she was fumbling through her handbag. You didn't come all this way to be peevish and mute, he chided himself. Don't overreact. You have no idea what she's thinking. He transferred the satchel to his left hand and took hold of hers with his right one. "Did you enjoy your time in London?" He smiled down at her, noticing the caution she wore in her expression.

"I did." Elizabeth could feel the pressure of William's fingers as he squeezed her hand, and see the earnest look in his eyes. She stared at him for a moment, debating if she should elaborate. "It was very enjoyable."

"I'm glad to hear it." William nodded. "Lambton was rather dull while you were away."

"Really?" She cast him a doubtful look. "How could it have been dull with everyone busy preparing for the ball, especially at Pemberley?"

"All the preparations have already been made."

"Everything's ready?"

"Yes, well, everything that can be completed in advance, of course."

"I wish I was totally prepared for it." Elizabeth furrowed her brow. "I still need to get a few things."

"Why don't you get them today?" William let go of her hand to press the button for the lift. "What do you need? We can shop here in town."

The elevator doors opened and William held it for Elizabeth. "You want to shop?"

He bobbed his head in response.

"You really want to shop?" Her lips curved upward into a mischievous smile. "Even if I need to buy ladies things?"

A sly grin crept over William's face. "Especially if you're buying ladies things."

She laughed aloud, surprised at his remark, and almost certain that she had noticed William's eyebrows waggle slightly.

"But before we shop, let's lunch."

"Wonderful idea," Elizabeth said, rubbing her stomach. "I haven't eaten a thing today."

"Where would you like to eat?"

"It doesn't matter. Anything sounds good."

"You must really be hungry."

"Starving," she said in an exaggerated tone.

William chuckled, pleased to have Elizabeth in good spirits, but even more pleased to be spending the day alone with her. As much as he had enjoyed meeting and spending time with Peter, he had been looking forward to the young man's departure.

After Elizabeth settled her account at the front desk, William suggested they eat at a small café he knew just a few blocks from the hotel.

The restaurant was busy, but they were seated at a corner table far from the bustle of the kitchen. William helped Elizabeth into her chair before sitting across from her. As he read over the menu he stretched his legs out, bringing one to rest against hers.

Elizabeth looked up at his touch. "What sounds good?" she asked, leaning forward in her seat.

"Prawns." William set the menu down. "And a salad."

"Mmmm. That does sound good." Elizabeth closed her menu and laid it to the side. "I love seafood."

"I know."

Sitting up straight, she gave him a quizzical look. "You do?"

"Yes." His dimples appeared as he smiled at her.

"How do you know?" she asked, the tone of her voice was light, almost playful.

William leaned back in his chair. "I've seen you eat seafood."

"Just because I eat seafood doesn't mean I love it. I eat beets, but I don't love them."

"I see your point ... but on the occasions when I've witnessed you eating seafood, I've noticed that you passed up other foods, but not shrimp or fish."

Surprised that he would have taken notice of such a trivial issue, Elizabeth sat back, silently studying William for a moment. "So..." She arched a single brow as an impish smile crept onto her face. "What else do you know about me?"

"Let me see ... you like to paint ... you enjoy music ... you love to laugh..."

Elizabeth raised her chin. "True ... but almost everybody knows that much."

"Hmmm..." For nearly a full minute he regarded Elizabeth while she sat almost completely still, biting her lower lip as she stared back at him. William shifted in his seat, leaning across the table toward her. "I know that you read poetry and that you like taking walks in the moonlight..."

She smiled, recalling her first date with William and their stroll along the river.

"...you're one of the kindest people I've ever met...you never give yourself enough credit...you're courageous..."

Her eyes widened, again surprised at William's observations.

"...you abhor duplicity ... and you bite your lip whenever you're nervous or anxious."

A thoughtful expression spread across her face as Elizabeth wondered about the man sitting opposite her. Am I that transparent? Or is he extraordinarily perceptive? Reaching across the table, she took hold of his hand. "You are one of the sweetest men I know, but I'm not all those things you described."

Grinning, he squeezed her hand. "You just proved one of my points...you never give yourself enough credit."

At just that moment the waiter approached the table, ready to take their order.

William kept hold of Elizabeth's hand. "What do you want to eat, love?"

"I was thinking..." Elizabeth said with a sportive glint in her eyes, "since you seem to know me so well, perhaps you already know what I'd like for lunch."

"All right." William turned to the waiter. "The lady will have your roast Scottish lobster with garlic butter and chips, and bring me the Dublin Bay prawns and a basil and tomato salad."

Elizabeth stared at William, thoroughly amused by his behavior, and utterly amazed that the meal he ordered for her was almost exactly what she was planning to order for herself. "Lobster? What makes you think I want to eat lobster?" she asked when they were once again alone.

"Would you rather have prawns? I can call the waiter back." William moved to get up.

Keeping hold of his hand, Elizabeth shook her head. "No, it's okay. Lobster sounds wonderful."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes." Elizabeth couldn't hold back the grin that was threatening to spread across her face. "I was going to order the lobster anyway."

The mood remained light and playful as Elizabeth and William ate lunch then ventured out shopping. They avoided the large department stores, opting to browse through the small independent shops looking for the perfect accessories for Elizabeth to wear with her ball gown.

William stopped to look into the window of a jeweler. "Do you need jewelry?" He pointed to a diamond necklace in the display case.

"What a question to ask a woman." Elizabeth chuckled as she sidled next to William, gazing at the glittering gems.

"Let's go inside." He tugged on her hand, urging her to follow him into the shop.

Elizabeth didn't budge from her spot on the sidewalk.

"Come along, Elizabeth. Let's have a look."

"I don't need any jewelry, let's keep moving." She tried to dissuade him, feeling the awkwardness of the situation. The only man she'd ever been in a jewelry store with had been Jonas, and the thought of walking into one with William made her very uncomfortable.

Sensing Elizabeth's reluctance, William turned to question her and noticed that her disposition had altered. "You don't want to look at jewelry?" he asked with concern.

She shook her head. "No."

"Well then," he took hold of her hand, "let's look at some knickers."

Caught off guard by William's comment, Elizabeth guffawed. "How about we just go into that store." She pointed across the street to a cosmetic shop.

"If you'd like." He shrugged. "Although I like my idea much better."

Elizabeth laughed as they moved to cross the lane. "Don't forget, it was your idea to come shopping with me."

"And I'm having a wonderful time of it." Tightening his grip of her hand, he pulled her closer to his side.

Inside the shop Elizabeth found several items she was in need of and the clerk was ringing up her purchase when the perfume on the counter drew her attention. She removed the lid from a bottle to smell the fragrance.

"What have you found?" William joined her at the counter.

She held the bottle out for him to sniff. "What do you think?"

He pulled away sharply. "Positively horrid."

Chuckling, she opened another bottle, testing the scent. She tried several others before holding another one out for William to smell.

As he wrinkled his nose he shook his head. "Why are you looking for a new perfume?"

"Oh, I don't know..."

"What's wrong with what you wear now?"

"I thought it'd be nice to wear something different to the ball."

"Hmmm..." William picked a bottle up from the display. "Let me pick one for you."

Smiling, Elizabeth inclined her head. "Okay," she said, amused with William's interest in picking her a new scent. She watched as he sifted through the bottles, removing the lids and whisking them past his nose, sometimes testing a scent twice.

The sales clerk handed Elizabeth a small bag containing the items she had purchased. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" She glanced at William.

Elizabeth followed the woman's gaze. "That's everything...for now." She thanked her then slowly turned away, directing her attention toward a display of bath products.

Looking up from the perfume counter, William scanned the shop for Elizabeth. Seeing her several feet away, he called out to her, "Elizabeth." He motioned her to his side. "Try this one."

"What is it?" She asked as she approached him, trying to see which bottle he held.

"I don't know ... it said something about the heady scents of a garden at midnight." He shifted the perfume so Elizabeth could see it, and was surprised when he heard her laughing softly.

"Am I missing something here? What's funny?"

Linking her arm with his, Elizabeth leaned up against William. "It's just that this is the perfume I always wear."

"Well, I knew there was something about this one." He held it up to his nose again, then bent toward her, taking in her scent. "You always smell so lovely, Elizabeth. You don't need to change it."

"I had a wonderful time today." Elizabeth looked up at William as they strolled up the pathway.

He nodded. "I did too."

Stepping up onto the back porch, Elizabeth turned around to face him. "It was a very interesting and enlightening experience."

"Enlightening?"

Feeling a blush touching her cheeks, Elizabeth was glad for the dusky shade of the evening sky. Spending almost an entire day with William had been enlightening. They talked and laughed, and without the distractions of others and everyday life she was able to gain a more complete picture of this man who had come into her calm, quiet life, and changed everything. The more time she spent with him, the more she was able to see, and the more she felt herself falling for him. "Yes, enlightening."

"Hmmm..." William set her bags on the porch. "Should I be worried about your enlightenment?"

"I don't know ... do you think you need to be?" she asked in a playful tone.

William moved closer to her, and reaching out he brushed the hair from her face. He rested his hand on her shoulder. "Perhaps." He leaned forward, and pulling her to him placed a tender kiss on her lips. "Sometimes it's better to know as little as possible of the defects of a person." Without giving her a chance to respond he kissed her again, this time with fervency.

Eagerly meeting his lips, Elizabeth clasped her arms around William's neck, abandoning any response she would have given. William moved his hands onto her back, pressing Elizabeth to him as he tightened his hold. Aware of the increasing passion of the encounter, Elizabeth placed her hands on William's face and drew back from their kiss. She kissed him once more, gently; trying to let him know that while she enjoyed his kisses the intensity of them was sometimes more than she felt comfortable with. Wrapping her arms around him she held him close, resting her chin on his shoulder. "I'm so glad you came to get me today," she whispered in his ear.

"Mmmm..." He clutched her tighter then released his hold of her. "As am I." He kissed her softly. "Thank you, Elizabeth."

Standing on the porch she was eye level with him. The depth of his expression caused Elizabeth's heart to swell, filling her soul, making her feel whole. Her eyes welled with tears, and for a moment she felt afraid.

"Goodnight, love." William kissed her cheek, then turned to leave.

She raised her hand and waved to his retreating figure. "Goodnight ... love," she whispered into the twilight.

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