With David’s help, the envelope was prepared and placed in Miss Pomeroy’s desk drawer. It was a challenge to navigate the lady principal’s office in the dark. They stepped upon and toppled stacks of papers on both floor and furniture.
“I fear we are making a terrible mess,” she said ruefully.
“I doubt she will notice.” He leaned against the desk, sending another stack of papers sliding to the floor. He bent to retrieve them. “How does the woman get any work done?”
Concordia came over to help, brushing past his shoulder.
He dropped the remaining papers and took her hands in his.
She did not pull away, though it was difficult to suppress a tremble. She affected a jesting tone. “It would not do for us to be huddled together in the dark in the lady principal’s office.”
He kissed her wris
