Agony gripped her belly, and her back, and her sides. “I can’t do this. I’m not ready!”
“You’re strong, Adele. Stronger than you think.” Rand’s voice was low but reassuring.
“I’m not.” She tucked her head, fighting not only the pain but all of her doubts. “When I think about--”
“I don’t take sugar in my tea.” His voice interrupted her.
Adele inhaled and then furrowed her brows.
“When I came into your father’s store. I never needed three quarters of the items I purchased.” He shrugged. “You asked me to distract you.”
With the discomfort of her last pain easing, she pondered his words.
“But why--?”
“And even if I had, I could have sent a servant to make my purchases.”
He had dipped his chin so he could see her face, and when she slid her gaze in his direction, she found him staring at her with raised brows.
And she realized.
“You came to see me?
- Winter’s Widow by Annabelle Anders
