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Giveaway BEHOLD A LONE HORSEMAN
Excerpt from BEHOLD A LONE HORSEMAN -
".....Aiden lifted his teacup,noting with a peculiar detachment that his hand
shook. An unsettling suspicion was growing within him. He didn't want to know. Not now. And he needn't. Regan was so engrossed in the photograph that she was paying no attention to his quaking hands and runaway imagination that must be mirrored in his face. He had only to steer the conversation to another subject and they would be safe. Yet, he continued to speak of it. 'Kenton Townsend was a brilliant photographer.'
She looked up, eager to share memories of the man she'd so adored.'Did you know him in Philadelphia?'
'I may have met him, and I did see his work. It's been so long,I can't be sure.' To cover his alarm, he put down his cup with a bang, then took the copper plate from her and returned it to a drawer across the room. He stood with his back to her, staring down at his balled fists. He forced a smile and turned back. "Well, it's been my great pleasure having you as my guest. Now I must get you home as I'm sure you have a
dozen things to do,preparing for your first customers. Let me ask Hendrik to have a carriage brought around.' He left
the room but was back shortly. 'Shall we
wait by the door?' He offered his arm.
Regan felt like she was being dismissed. Longing to know what had changed between them, she stared at the
vein throbbing in his temple. She wanted
to ask but something too remote to analyze kept her silent.
Sensing her bewilderment, he gave her a smile, touching her hand resting in the crook of his arm. The moment passed....'"
".....Aiden lifted his teacup,noting with a peculiar detachment that his hand
shook. An unsettling suspicion was growing within him. He didn't want to know. Not now. And he needn't. Regan was so engrossed in the photograph that she was paying no attention to his quaking hands and runaway imagination that must be mirrored in his face. He had only to steer the conversation to another subject and they would be safe. Yet, he continued to speak of it. 'Kenton Townsend was a brilliant photographer.'
She looked up, eager to share memories of the man she'd so adored.'Did you know him in Philadelphia?'
'I may have met him, and I did see his work. It's been so long,I can't be sure.' To cover his alarm, he put down his cup with a bang, then took the copper plate from her and returned it to a drawer across the room. He stood with his back to her, staring down at his balled fists. He forced a smile and turned back. "Well, it's been my great pleasure having you as my guest. Now I must get you home as I'm sure you have a
dozen things to do,preparing for your first customers. Let me ask Hendrik to have a carriage brought around.' He left
the room but was back shortly. 'Shall we
wait by the door?' He offered his arm.
Regan felt like she was being dismissed. Longing to know what had changed between them, she stared at the
vein throbbing in his temple. She wanted
to ask but something too remote to analyze kept her silent.
Sensing her bewilderment, he gave her a smile, touching her hand resting in the crook of his arm. The moment passed....'"
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