*Faye*
The lamps cast a dim light along the garden path, but darkness still reigns. I tread slowly, cautiously, scanning the shadows for a familiar silhouette.
I ponder why Hunter has chosen this setting instead of the parlor to discuss matters with me. He's always welcome in our home, well aware of that fact. Yet, I must confess that the clandestine meeting entices me, the allure of indulging in what shouldn't be done.
And why meet so late at night? What could be so urgent that it couldn't wait until morning? I'm usually not lacking in imagination, but this has me stumped.
"Faye."
I spin around, feeling his presence in the deepest corners of the rose garden, barely discerning the figure of a man.
My heart pounds so fiercely that I fear it might c***k a rib. "Hunter?"
I observe as
