“Dinner was excellent,” Nicholas said, rubbing his belly to make his point.

Remie laughed, “Yes, Ellie is a great cook and she makes the most wonderful bread! You know, it’s like the bread they have at that lovely restaurant on the Rue de Lance.”

Nicholas raised one eyebrow in a questioning slant. “Rue de Lance? I’m not familiar with that street, where is it?”

“It’s, it’s…oh, I don’t know.” Tears sprung into her eyes. “Oh, Nicholas what’s wrong with me, why do these things just spring into my head?”

He stood up. “Come, let’s take a walk in the garden, it will clear both our heads.” The moon was bright and the garden fragrant with the scent of roses. Nicholas could not help but notice how the moonlight played on her hair and he longed to touch it and feel it’s softness but was afraid to.

“Nicholas, do you think I’m crazy?” she asked.

“What? No! I don’t think that at all. Why do you think that I would?”

“I guess because of the visions and some of the odd things that come out of my mouth,” she said looking down at her feet.

Nicholas cupped her chin in his large hand. “Look at me, please,” he said softly.

Shyly, she looked up at him, her amber colored eyes brimming with tears. Without thinking he bent to her and kissed her soft full lips. Surprise stiffened her at first then her arms slid around his neck and he could feel her warmth increase with the growing passion inflamed him. His arms encircled her and she could feel the roughness of his hands against her skin, which sent her heart racing faster. She was drowning in him and it felt good. Abruptly he pulled away, his chest heaving.   “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I should never have done that.”

“You’re sorry you kissed me?” She asked.

“Of course not, it was wonderful, more wonderful than I imagined. But…”

“I’m a grown woman Nicholas,” she said drawing closer to him again. “I have no husband, no ties to anyone and I too have wanted this to happen.

“Oh Remie,” he said his voice horse. “Are you sure? I don’t want to start anything that will hurt you in any way.”

She slid her hands inside his jacket and felt him tremble. “I can’t imagine that happening, not with you,” she whispered before her lips met his again, this time searching and asking for more. He could the heat from her breast and hips pressed against his hard frame and it had been so long, so long, since he had been with a woman. With no thoughts of right or wrong he picked her up in his strong arms and carried her inside. The old house was silent except for their soft moans of pleasure. Morning seemed far away. They had all night to discover each other.

Claude Delacroix sat at his table at the Chateau-du-mont, drinking instead of eating. He had grown weary of his not so charming companion and sent her away. Remie was on his mind all the time now. More and more he was afraid that she was finding her way back, back from where he did not know. All he knew was that he wanted to keep her here, with him, always. He had one last drink then waved the waiter over. Most of the business he had come to do was finished and a strange sense of urgency to get home gnawed at him. He’d leave a message for his partners and leave early in the morning. Hopefully he would surprise Remie and get there in time for an early lunch.

to be continued....

© 2005 Rose Carr

Contact the author:  Rosematuse@aol.com

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