Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
His eyes meet mine and an unexpected emotion fills me.
“Well…. Alora.” He smiles. “This is the most thoughtful present I have received in a very long time.”
She smiles softly and honestly…how is she mine?
“Shall we go and make some tea to have with it?” my father asks as he holds his hand out toward the kitchen.
“Okay.” She walks in front of us.
“Alora loves English tea too, Dad, don’t you?”
“I do,” she replies.
My father’s eyes meet mine. “Finally.”
ALORA
If heaven were a place on earth, this is it.
Our week in London has been a dream come true. We’ve spent our days in the sunshine with his father and sister, Charlotte. We had dinner with the extended family at Charlotte’s place one night and I got to meet all of the aunts and uncles; her husband, Spencer, is hilarious.
But by night, when we’ve been alone, is where the magic has happened.
We’ve fallen even deeper in love.
I don’t know what happened last week when Edward saw me in the shower, but it did something to him, changed him somehow. It’s like an invisible wall he was keeping me out with came down and everything I knew that he could be, was waiting for me on the other side.
To have what we do now has been worth every single second of heartache, I couldn’t possibly love him more than I do in this moment.
I kiss his chest as we lie in the darkness, the red glow of the open fire flickers across the bedroom and his regulated breathing tells me that he’s fast asleep. This house, this family…this man.
I’ve found my happily ever after.
I lean over on my hands and knees and pull out the weed. I have gardening gloves on and a giant hat. I’m in Harold’s vegetable patch; we’ve been working in it together for hours over the last week, turns out that we really do have a lot in common.
“How did you get into gardening?” he asks as he snips bean vines.
“My mother loved gardening and when she died I wanted to keep it alive for her.” I lean over and pull out some more weeds. “And then I don’t know.” I lean back onto my knees and wipe the perspiration from my brow as I look over at him. “It made me feel closer to her, so I did it more and more.” I shrug. “It kind of became my happy place, I guess.”
He smiles as he listens.
“Why do you like gardening?” I ask.
“My dear Angelique loved gardening.”
“She did?” I frown. “Edward’s mother liked gardening?”
“She did.”
“He never told me that.”
He smiles wistfully. “Charlotte is like you, it brings her closer to the memory of her late mother and connects the two of them, but for me, I guess it grounds me.” He thinks for a moment. “You can have everything in the world, but if you don’t feel grounded and calm, then you have nothing.”
“True.” I lean back over and keep weeding. “I wish I could get Edward to garden, I think it would be good for him. He needs to chill out.”
“Trust me, I’ve tried everything over the years.” He keeps snipping. “Ever since his mother was murdered he has never been the same.”
I glance up. “She was murdered?”
He twists his lips as if contemplating his next words. “She was run off the road by another car. That car has never been found.”
I stare at him, shocked to my core.
“I blame myself.”
“Why?”
“It was the one day she went out alone and I knew she shouldn’t be driving around without her guards with her but she was sick of having no privacy so I….” His voice trails off.
“Oh.” I go back to weeding. “You can’t blame yourself for that.” I think as I keep working. “Did they ever find who did it?”
“No. But it was premeditated.”
“How do you know?”
“A fake road detour had been put up, she was ambushed and didn’t stand a chance. She died because of me…because of who I am.”
I stare over at his sad face as he keeps snipping and I can feel the deep-seated heartbreak that he’s lived with.
“Is that why Edward is so hung up on security?” I ask.
“Yes.” He nods. “He’s so hung up on protecting everybody. Charlotte wore it the worst, he was unbearable with her before she married.” He glances over to me. “I’m assuming he put you through a lot before you started formally dating?”
“Why do you say that?” I keep weeding so that he keeps talking.
“He’s always been terrified that his love will be a target too. I imagine he would have pushed you away to try and protect you.”
Oh….
A piece of the Edward Prescott puzzle falls into place…this is why he’s like this.
“In his mind, control means safety.” He keeps snipping. “The more he controls people, the safer they will be. The more distance he has from people, the safer they will be.”