“Well, I know that. But I thought you might…”
“Might what?”
Eliza didn’t know how to answer. Of course, she didn’t think he would beg her not to go. She was just another person passing in and out of his life. What if he did beg her? The accompanying image of a man as hard as Ford begging for anything struck her as so absurd, she nearly laughed out loud.
“I thought you might…care…” Eliza answered.
“You’re a grown woman, Eliza. Not tied to me, or anybody anymore. Do what makes you happy.”
Would it make you happy if I stayed?Eliza looked away from him so he couldn’t see the question in her eyes.
“They’re expecting us,” he said, his words pulling her from her thoughts.
“Right, right, of course.” She quickly finished braiding her hair, winding the braid into a tight coil at the nape of her neck. She was aware of Ford’s eyes on her, marking each movement, but she did her best to ignore him.