Page 51 of Lady Willa's Divinely Wicked Vicar
The music ended. Charlie and she remained a hand’s-width apart. Fear narrowed his features. Sorrow kept her mute.
Against all rules of propriety, he grasped her hand. Beneath the supple leather of her glove, she imbibed the heat of his flesh. Amid the sorrow swimming in his large green eyes, she recognized how deeply she had hurt him. “I must talk to you in private, Wills. Meet me in the folly when supper is served.”
“There is nothing more to say, Charlie. Each of us wants what we cannot have. Society decreed our roles before we met. Long before we knew that who we wanted was an impossible choice.”
“I work to be worthy of you. I have plans. And I question so much of my life. What wilI I do for love? What will I do for self-regard? You ask me. I search for answers. You must give me time.”
She arched a brow, skepticism hard in her mind. Temptation a soft lure in her belly.
A footman appeared before them and extended his tray for her empty glass.
She gave it to him, then turned aside with a swish of her skirts. “We are out of time, Charlie. The world has turned and it is against us.”
