Unable to resist the urge she walked back out the open door and saw him disappear through the arch towards the house. Stopping herself and pulling back into the church; that same feeling of deflation. She hated this. The way her body jumped on high alert and crazy agony at seeing him, then crashed into despair when they parted ways.
Would she ever get used to this?
Back at her table, she figured that Morag had probably dropped him here with the new cakes and went up to the house to wait for him. She guessed it was easier for him to then walk up directly through the grounds in less than a couple of minutes and get back to her than have her wait out front among milling crowds and endless parked cars. That thought hurt her way more than she should have let it.
*The girls heaved a sigh of r
