The Wilder Wedding. Lyn Stone
with him. But could even a mother’s love compensate for passing one’s tender years in a place rife with sin and degradation? She thought not.
He had seemed cynical about it the one time they had discussed it, the day she had proposed to him. Small wonder. Laura felt guilty now that she had reminded him even though it had been inadvertent.
Though it was certainly not of the prurient sort, she admitted to a curiosity about what his life had been like there. Perhaps if he recounted some of his early experiences, they would not appear so ghastly to him after all this time. She could point out how such adversity had fostered a strength and self-reliance in him that most men envied and women found infinitely attractive, as well as comforting. Especially this woman who had married him.
“Shall we visit your mother in Cornwall when we return from Paris?” she asked, hoping to turn the conversation happier.
“No, I never visit unless it’s absolutely necessary. The memories I bring are distressing to her. And to me,” he added.
“Would you like to tell me about it?” she asked gently.
The look he gave her was angry and defensive. “Not for a sure place in heaven would I relive it, even with words. And certainly not with you.” With that, he strode right past the ice vendor and on toward the hotel, leaving her to follow.
Laura knew she had overstepped the bounds of their relationship. She cursed her quick tongue and wondered if she had destroyed what little progress they had gained in becoming true friends.
Hurrying her steps, she caught up to him and reached out for one of his fisted hands. “Sean? I do apologize. Please don’t be angry with me.”
He altered his stride so that she didn’t have to run to keep up. “I’m not angry, Laura,” he said without looking at her. “Not with you anyway. It is just that some subjects are not for the ears of a gently bred woman. Trust me that my existence on Gumthorne Street definitely qualifies.”
Laura sighed and remained quiet for the rest of their walk back to the hotel. Sean’s silent preoccupation led her to believe he must be dwelling on his past in spite of what he’d said about not reliving it in any way. How often did he do that? she wondered.
She must be very careful not to refer to it again. Somehow, she believed that his recounting it aloud might help him bring it into proper perspective, but the risk of alienating him altogether seemed too great. Perhaps, someday, he would trust her enough to bare that darkness in his soul.
If there was time. She accepted the fact that she would die soon. The certainty troubled her still, but strangely enough, the occurrence of death itself bothered her much less than the things she would be forced to leave undone. Important things like loving Sean as completely as he deserved.
Laura squeezed the large hand that encompassed hers and placed her other over the top of it. Sean turned his head, looked down into her eyes and smiled. “Tell me I haven’t spoiled the whole afternoon.”
“What’s past is past,” she said as brightly as she could manage. “Right now is all that counts.”
Chapter Five
“Monsieur…Monsieur Wilder!” A thin voice greeted them from behind the desk as they entered the lobby of the Lenoir. “A letter for you. And a parcel.”
Sean excused himself and accepted the envelope and small package from the clerk. He tucked the letter into his pocket and the book-size package under his arm for their trip up the narrow staircase.
Laura preceded him, wondering how she could make up for the gaff she had made in bringing up the awful memories of his youth. She decided the less said about the previous topic, the better. To apologize again would only make things worse. Better to go on as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and hope that he would simply dismiss it from his mind.
Immediately she unbuttoned her shoes and stretched out on the settee. “Ah, home at last. The cathedral was grand, wasn’t it? Makes one feel small in the scheme of things. Insignificant, really. I read somewhere that’s what the architects had in mind. Think so?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Sean settled into the chair by the window, pushing back the curtain to catch the faint breeze. He retrieved and immediately ripped open the envelope the clerk had given him. After glancing over it, he quickly jammed it back into his pocket.
“What’s wrong?” Laura asked. She couldn’t decide whether their former conversation accounted for his troubled look or if the contents of the letter had caused it.
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