his glassy eyes, his blank stare. He was a million
miles. away, snared in some horrible dream. I knew
that, just knew that!
My lips pressed down softly on his. I murmured
his name over and over. "Come back to me, Troy,
please, please. You are not alone. I love you. I will
always love you."
Over and over I called him back, until at last
the glassiness in his eyes departed, and slowly they
came into focus. Delirious and happy delight took
away the stare, even as his fingers reached to trail
over my face. "You did come back . . . oh, Heaven, I
was so terrified you wouldn't. I had a weird feeling
you went to that Logan Stonewall again, and
discovered you love him, and not me."
"You, only you!" I cried passionately, raining
kisses all over his chilled, pale face. "I had the flu,
darling. I ran a high fever for days and days. The telephones were down, the bridges were out, and the roads were flooded. I returned to you as soon as I
could."
His smile was thin and weak. "I knew I was
being silly to allow myself to become so depressed. I
knew you would come back, subconsciously I knew
that . . ."
I snuggled into his embrace and felt his hands
slip into my hair. My face pressed down against his
chest. I heard his heart beating slowly, so slowly--
how fast was a normal heart supposed to beat? "I don't
want a big wedding, Troy. I've changed my mind
about that. We'll slip away from Farthinggale Manor
and have a small private ceremony."