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knew better, they had to remain as discreet as possible. Even still, it would be interesting to see what his ancestor looked like. Today he would only be gone long enough to purchase their supplies, and then he’d head straight back. Fern had him worried. If he couldn’t convince her to stay put, this might all be for nothing. Now that he’d stopped her from killing Sarah and Jonathan, he had to stop the curse completely, even if it meant Fern would have to die.
    Although Rowen had been primed for the next few days all his life, he hadn’t been prepared for the possibility of being attracted to Fern. The image of her red hair as it fell down her back when he undressed her in his bedroom, and the sweet lift of her breasts. “Damn it!” he cursed to himself. He had to keep his emotions in check and his hands off when it came to Fern; they couldn’t afford the luxury of romance right now. Managing to push the thought aside, he continued toward town.
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    The sun was beginning to beat down on the top of the woodshed, bringing forth heat waves from the slanted roof. Inside, the occupants were oblivious to anything but themselves.
    “ Oh my Mary, you are but a vixen. What am I to do, but love thee.” Jonathan held Mary close to his damp chest. They’d just made love and he was exhausted from the union, as always.
    “ If it please my lover, then I shall love only him.” Mary cuddled close to Jonathan. It was morning and she knew they would have to be getting back. Her mother would be angry if she woke to find her gone again. “Jonathan! When will you take me as your wife?”
    “ My love, you know it shall never be. Sarah is with child, I cannot not leave her now.” He was left alone when she stood to dress. “Would you have me abandon my child, Mary? I cannot and will not.” He noticed the flush in her cheeks almost matched the color of her hair. He could tell himself that it was caused by their lovemaking, but knew it was more from her anger.
    “ Are we never to be together, Jonathan? Am I only to have you in these shameless acts of adultery?” She wept as she dressed. Now that he was to be a father by Sarah she could never tell him about his own girl child. She understood his silence to be his answer. “I love ye Jonathan, but I cannot continue to wait for ye. Is my heart mistaken? Does my lover truly love me?”
    “ Aye, you know I do, my Mary,” he replied.
    “ Then you know why I cannot wait for ye.” Her red mane blew into tangled wisps when she stood in the doorway to leave. “But I will think on it, Jonathan.”
    Jonathan watched her slam the door hard behind her then stood to dress. Sarah would be waiting for his return. How he loved his Mary. If only God could have seen fit to bring her to him before his betrothal to Sarah. It was a cruel fate to love her, but not to have her. He’d just finished lacing his shoe when the door flew open again. There, in the light of morning, stood his young wife Sarah. Full with child and torment written upon her face.
    “ My husband has dishonored me! You bed with a whore whilst your wife sleeps but a few feet away.” Turning away, Sarah let her anger guide her.
    Jonathan tried to follow but she’d gotten away before he could get his other shoe on. He knew this wasn’t good, should he warn Mary? After hobbling back to the house with his other shoe dangling from his hand, he paced in his study. He would wait for Sarah to return then make his excuses. She was young still, but surely she understood the ways of a man. Tomorrow he would make it up to her and purchase her a new dress and maybe some fresh peaches for cider.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
    By the time Rowen got back to the cave, Fern was gone. Cursing under his breath, he laid his purchases down then went in search of her. He was hoping she hadn’t gone too far. He didn’t see her along the way, and he hadn’t seen her in the village. He prayed she didn’t try to go back