“I am just hoping,” he said as if she had asked, “that you will be here tomorrow.”
“Why should I not be, my Lord?”
“Because, as I have already said, the sea may be calling you or perhaps the wind from the moors will carry you up to the top of them and I will never see you again.”
Vanora gave a little laugh.
At the same time her eyes flickered and she could not look at him.
“I think both are unlikely,” she said, “and I will be here for breakfast and ready to go to work.”
“If you promise me that is what you will do,” the Earl said, “I shall not worry, otherwise I shall undoubtedly have a sleepless night.”
Vanora laughed again.
“I think that is unlikely, my Lord.”
She took her hand from his.
Then she walked away quickly down the corridor that led eventually to her room.
She had the
