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264 pages, Paperback
First published March 27, 2012
Bath, England, 1816
It was the oak tree that distracted me. I happened to glance up as I walked beneath its full, green canopy. The wind was tossing it's leaves so that they twirled upon their stems, and at the sight I was struck by the realization that it had been much too long since I had twirled. I paused under the branches and tried to remember the last time I had felt the least need to twirl.
"How do you like her?" Phillip asked, nodding toward Meg.
"She's perfect." And she really was. "Just spirited enough to keep it interesting without being difficult to manage. And so beautiful." I patted her neck and flashed him a smile. "A gentle mare would never have been able to keep up with you."
He smiled too, but as if at a private thought. "You are absolutely right."
I wondered what secret lurked beneath his smile.