Part 28 (1/2)

It was enough food to feed her entire camp for a whole day.

She shed her bonnet and jacket and took the seat Burke held out for her.

”I know your thoughts and I will see that your camp is adequately supplied with food for the coming winter. Tonight, however, you will enjoy this meal without guilt.”

She smiled. ”You know me well, Mr. Longton.”

”Of course I do, Mrs. Longton.”

Her hand squeezed the linen napkin in her lap, the t.i.tle sending a quiver racing through her stomach.

Today she had had a small taste of what it would be like to be Burke's wife and she found it too much toher liking.”There is one thing I've wanted to ask you, though I think I have my answer.”

”What is that?” she asked as he emptied a ladle of stew into her bowl.

”We had started talking of Lady Alaina and how she might know you when you began to speak of your husband. I can only a.s.sume-”

Storm interrupted. ”Lady Alaina saw me now and again when I visited with my husband. It was mostly from a distance, though once up close when I was leaving after a visit and crying terribly. She attempted to console me, but I wanted nothing to do with her and brushed past her.”

”I don't blame you. How could you when her father was responsible for imprisoning your husband.” ”Now you understand why I do not want you going to the Earl of Balford to bargain for your brother's release. I will not lose another man I care for.”

Chapter 22.

S ilence ensued, and Burke admired Storm's courage. After sharing the heart-wrenching story of how she lost her husband, she had the courage to admit that she cared for another man.

Cared enough that she would not see him suffer the same fate.

”I have given thought to us, Mr. Longton,” she said calmly.

He had done the same, but he hadn't admitted that he cared for her as well, or that his caring might go deeper than he had expected. A strange thought but one that plagued him lately.

”What about us?”

She pushed the spoon around in her bowl. ”I am an outlaw. I have no future to offer a man. There can be

no future for us since you will return to America and I will remain in Scotland and fight for the rights of the less fortunate.”

”Which means?”

”We have a brief moment in time to enjoy each other. I propose that we do just that until it is time for you

to leave.”

”What if I want more?” he asked, finding himself annoyed that she would think that a quick roll in the hay was all he wanted from her. But hadn't he? At first, possibly, but now? He wasn't certain what he wanted from her, and that irritated him even more.

She gave a soft laugh and shook her head. ”There is no more for us. There is only now and good-byes.”

”And I am to accept this?” Why he suddenly thought her idea ludicrous astounded him since he had

thought the same as she. They would share a brief interlude and then he'd be gone. Now, however, the idea disturbed him.

”It is all we have.”

Her sadness showed in her deep blue eyes that normally stormed like a raging sea but now appeared

serene and ever so beautiful.

”Not so,” Burke said, tossing down his napkin and pus.h.i.+ng away the bowl of stew that he had barely touched. ”We have what we choose to have.”

”We have what life has dealt us,” she corrected. ”We were brought together for a brief time and then we

will part. Do we share this time provided us or do we waste it and always regret the opportunity?”

Her remark caused his heart to ache like h.e.l.l. How did he love her and leave her? And did he love? Had

he suddenly discovered he had feelings for the wisp of a woman who had entered his life in a flash and planned to leave the same way?