Step Into the Garden With Meriwether And Jeremiah

Stone lions the size of wolfhounds sat on either side of the imposing front door as if to devour unwanted guests. Perhaps Jeremiah enjoyed their significance. He seldom entertained and seemed happier seated astride a horse than in the company of most ladies and gentlemen. He turned the marble knob and led Meriwether out onto the crescent-shaped balcony. He leaned momentarily on the iron railing. "Feel that breeze."

"Delightful." The cool wind fanned her hot cheeks. Lifting her skirts...