When Mary fell into a peaceful sleep, Faith quietly left the room to let her rest and to find Stephen. Last night in his arms, she’d thought that there was still a lot between them to discuss before they could start their new life together. Now a mountain stood between them, and she couldn’t see to the other side.
She saw him and stopped. He stood at the top of the stairs, leaning back against the railing as if waiting for her, his arms folded and his gaze staring thoughtfully at the floor. Dressed in the same clothes he’d worn all the way from London, his hair sleep-mussed and stubble darkening his face, she’d never seen him look so disheveled. Or so breathtaking.
Or so troubled.
When he looked up and his eyes softened on her, she came forward and stepped into his embrace, circling her
