Page 6 of Lady Willa's Divinely Wicked Vicar
He opened his mouth to answer.
But she was offended by his delay to respond. She halted. Hands to her hips, she scolded him. “You of all people, sir, should know the value of love.”
“I do. I can count the ways that love fills a life with delight.”
“Well, then, sir, I ask you, what will you do for love? Will you wait as long as it takes to find the perfect mate? Will you build your stamina? Avoid the lures of lust? The deceptions of beauty? The illusions of wit? What will you do for love? Love of other?” She stepped near to him and oh, my, that bergamot was pure enchantment. “Furthermore, what will you do, what have you done for love of self?”
He arched his brows, his expression pensive. “I appreciate your insight. Your determination. No one has ever asked me that.”
Had she surprised him? Stumped him? Offended him? A man of the cloth? My, my, she must offer him balm or he’d hate her. And she did not go about the world creating unnecessary enemies, especially those who talked to God. “I’m here for the May Day house party for a few days. If you decide to share with me what you will do for love, please come and tell me. Will you?”
“Indeed.”
“Good. And let me know if you get any answer from…” She pointed to the sky.
He chuckled. “I will.”
