*Ethan*
I sit sprawled in my library, slowly savoring my scotch, watching the clock on the mantel, listening to the chimes of the one in the hallway as the minutes drag by. Two hundred and forty of them. Double what I had allotted her for the afternoon. The only reason I'm still here is because I'm allowing for the rain and the likelihood that the carriage would be forced to travel more slowly.
It irritates the devil out of me that she is not with me for every hour of every day while she is supposed to be in my company. I told her that she had to be with me for a week. I will deduct these hours when she is away from the total hours found in a week and insist she not leave until I have had that many hours in her company. Perhaps I will deduct the time she is sleeping as well.
With a grow
