ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
At a country inn in England . . .
“Come to me, my love,” Orlando purred.
Tempest played possum underneath the laced edged linens that covered their wide four poster bed.
“Tempest,” he tried to raise her again. “I know you’re not asleep.”
There was still no reply, and no rustling of the sheets.
“Ah, my fine wench,” he said, this time swaggering to the side of the bed. He looked down at her reclining form thinking how appealing she was even covered by the bedclothes. He picked up the shiny cane, that was still leaning by the side of the bed. Sliding the implement ever so carefully under the edge of the sheet, he lifted it gingerly and then pulled it away, to reveal the woman underneath.
She lay like a vision amid the glorious white of the bedding. Her long l
