Tuesday, February 14, 2012


"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.
"Of course, I will, poppet. You’ve stolen my heart. I will wait for you forever."


Patricia Preston said...

Happy Valentine's Day to you!!

Taryn Kincaid said...

Thanks, Pat. The same to you!

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