“I’m not religious,” she admitted. “Moreover, I do not like churches. But if you’d like to meet for tea when church is over, you could call upon me in the afternoon.” She smiled at the idea, liking the prospect of exploring more of these pleasant kisses with him. Of thinking about the future. Stepping back, he released her, but not before lifting her gloved hand to his lips once more. “I would like that more than I can say.”
