Just after dawn he stared out his window over the valley, where thick, wind-driven snow was falling, and rubbed his dry, itching eyes. He couldn’t regret that he and Cat had found a chance to speak privately. He’d never imagined that she believed she’d have his blood on her hands if he fell, and he trusted he’d put paid to that mad notion. But, oh, it was too bad that they each still loved the other, and even worse that they both knew it. He’d never dreamed that she treasured any lingering feelings for him. He’d told himself that she’d only admired him before because she hadn’t yet seen anyone better. Of course, he’d never forgotten her. If he’d wanted to engage in dalliance, he’d had ample opportunities. He’d danced and flirted with a few ladies in Sicily and then Gibraltar, but when he’d thought of them alongside Cat, their attractions had dimmed. He had, in fact, lived in chastity for the past five years. He was no saint and no virgin.
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