That would be fine, if that was as far as he went. How could she dissuade him from following through with the rest of his plan? They would never suit as husband and wife, not really.
For a moment she allowed herself the indulgence of picturing the fantasy life he had described for her. She had never been to the Lake District but had seen enough paintings and read descriptions to know she would love it there. Mountains and lakes, nights under the stars spent with Alistair. Shopping and riding, and more time spent in Alistair’s company. Being his wife, and all that entailed.
Hearing the rich, mellow timbre of his voice. Watching him talk with his elegant long fingers and expressive hands — without them, he’d probably be speechless. Staring into his brilliant blue eyes, like a patch of clea
