Chapter 47

“It is,” he said, and she blushed.

“Sorry, I forgot about that,” she said. “I’ll have to mind my thoughts.”

“Please don’t as I’m about to act on one of your earlier ones.” He walked over and touched her cheek. His skin was as soft as it looked, and she wondered how someone who used his hands daily, chopping wood, cleaning floors, washing windows, could have such a light touch. Maybe it’s something one acquires when…

Emily stopped thinking and began to react to his touch. Her cheeks weren’t the only things turning red. She felt a current of heat, a sudden fever, run along her body. Maybe this is what menopause feels like. Livie told her about the symptoms she experienced: a rush of heat, then a blast of cold.

“It isn’t that.” He bent down and took her face in his hands and kissed her. Gently, sweetly, his lips brushed against hers.