HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY
"You will wait for me," she’d ordered him.
He’d dropped to a knee, leaning toward her until mere inches separated his face from hers. A dark eyebrow lifted like an elegant black bird drifting into flight formation.
"What do you mean, poppet?"
"You will wait for me to grow. I will marry you and be your lady."
He hadn’t laughed. Instead, he’d regarded her with wry solemnity.