Guynelle reached up and smoothed
away the worry lines that had formed on Clint’s forehead. Lifting her face to
his, she kissed him hesitantly at first, and then, as he responded, returned
the passion she had denied herself for so long. It was incredulous that she
should experience such feelings, when she had been certain the years had passed
her by.
Clint had quietly become aware of
her inexperience during the last two days. It amazed him that in this day and
time, she had remained so innocent. Now it touched and moved him beyond words. He
gently released her.
“You’ll marry me before this gets
out of hand?”
“Oh, yes,”
she breathed, and raised her face to his again. “Very soon,” she whispered as
she returned his kiss.
A cough
was heard, and they both emerged to view Constance standing only a few feet
away, her face a wreath of smiles.
“Guynelle,
oh, Guynelle,” she gushed like a young girl. “I’m sorry I interrupted, but it’s
so wonderful!” Her tired face was completely transformed. “First Alice’s
arrival and now this!”
Connie’s unexpected declaration
moved her. Her love flowed freely and unreservedly. Guynelle realized that she
would do nothing to spoil their friendship, the years they had left together. She
would do everything within her power to keep Connie from ever knowing about
Silas. It was over, and it was done. She stood, and, drawing Clint with her,
pulled both Constance and Clint into her arms.
Copyright 2018 Lynn Lacher
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