A twilight haze was beginning to settle as Samuel and Allison pulled into traffic. Shops were closing and streetlamps were being lit. Pittsburgh couldn"t appear ordinary as long as it was part of the world they shared. Allison watched people scurrying along and wondered how many of them ever would really know love as she did. How many of them were relegated, as she once had been, to the mere appearance of love?
Samuel maneuvered the phaeton amid the rolling carriages and pedestrians. A wagon lay askew with a broken wheel, blocking a portion of the road. Samuel steered around the obstruction, leaning this way and that, in a fluid dance of flexing muscles. His masculinity took her quite by surprise in this context as even the slightest movement, a turn of the head or a shifting of the shoul
