Chapter 27

Tom helped Olivia down, and they walked hand-in-hand to the front door. He pushed it open, then stooped and caught her up in his arms, laughing as she gave a breathless cry. She hardly weighed anything, and he liked the feel of her in his arms as he carried her across the threshold.

“You can put me down now, Tom.”

“If I must.” He set her carefully on her feet, and watched as she looked around.

The cottage came furnished, but the furniture was still under covers and would need to be dusted. The floors also needed to be swept and the windows washed. He hadn’t expected them to move in so soon, otherwise he’d have had a cleaning woman come in to prepare their home.

“Papa, is the loft for me?”

“Yes, George.” He grinned as his son clambered up the ladder. They could hear him exploring the space that would be his.

Olivia, though, was very quiet.

“What do you think, Olivia?”

She turned to him, so pale he thought she might faint as she had the night before. Her lower lip trembled.