CHAPTER NINETEEN
“ARE YOU DISAPPOINTED?” Alf asked Pleasance a few days after he’d plucked her from the side of the mountain.
They were sitting in their usual spot on the beach, watching the sun slide down the horizon. She lowered her glass of wine and frowned slightly as if considering his question. “I’d be lying if I said I’m not disappointed about the wedding being postponed.” She shrugged. “But it’s only a few days.”
He ran a finger over the bandage on her wrist, starkly white against the creamy brown of her skin. “I’ll marry you right now, this minute. Just say the word.”
She turned to him, her smile sad. “Don’t tempt me. I’m almost afraid to see what’s going to happen over the next few days.” The smile slid away, leaving a shadow in her eyes. She opened her mouth as if to speak b
