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just spend the rest of the day there, recovering from our jet
lag.
    Our room had all of today’s modern
technology in it, despite the age of the castle. Vance picked up
the remote, clicking on the television as I lay snuggled
lethargically in the crook of his other arm.
    “So why did you choose this place to stay?”
I asked him while he flipped randomly through the channels looking
for something to watch.
    “Well, it’s near to the town of Fort
William,” he said after a pause, though he seemed slightly
hesitant.
    “What’s in Fort William that would want you
to be close to it?” I asked, suddenly getting the impression that
he had been keeping something from me, and I lifted my head so I
could see his face.
    A minor irritated expression flitted briefly
over his features, which he quickly composed once again.
    “There’s a coven there that your dad was
able to get in contact with. Someone is supposed to meet with us in
a couple of days,” he replied, but before I could ask him anything
else he rolled on his side to face me better. “But this is our
honeymoon, and for the next two days that is all I want to
concentrate on, okay? I want this to just be us time. No mysteries,
magic, or missing persons, just us.”
    “All right,” I said, nodding my head in
understanding, relieved that he wasn’t upset with me, only the
situation.
    “I’m sorry our wedding had to be tangled up
in all this mess.” He spoke softly, reaching to brush my damp hair
away from my face.
    “I’m not. We wouldn’t be married right now
if that weren’t the case,” I reminded him.
    “True,” he replied as his eyes flitted over
my face, and I could see some regret there. “But I would’ve loved
to sweep you off somewhere for a couple of months where we didn’t
have a care in the world, and everything could just revolve around
me being with you.”
    “That does sound lovely,” I agreed as my
mind paused on the thought of being sequestered away with him
somewhere. “Maybe we can do that someday soon. Don’t worry about
me, though. I’m fine with everything.” I smiled and looked into his
eyes. “The view here is very nice too.”
    “It is, isn’t it?” he replied not missing a
beat, knowing that I was talking about looking at him, while he
looked at me.
    He wrapped both of his arms around me then
and pulled me up close to him, looking deeply into my eyes.
    I waited for the kiss that I knew was
coming, moistening my lips in anticipation as he tilted his head,
moving toward me. I was completely taken off guard when he stopped
short and pulled back from me a little.
    “Are you hungry?” he asked, suddenly looking
at me with concern.
    I nodded my head and laughed, his quick
change of subject throwing me off as I struggled to catch up with
him.
    “Yes. But not for food,” I replied and
nudged the end of his nose with mine, knowing he would get my
message.
    That was all the encouragement he needed to
proceed with his previous thought. He rolled me over onto my back,
not allowing anything to distract him from his intended target this
time.
     
    We ended up deciding to stay in the room and
ordering room service for dinner that evening.
    I watched from the crack afforded by the
partially open bathroom door, where I was hiding when it arrived on
a beautiful tray that was wheeled into our room by a young male
waiter. There was a vase of flowers on the cart along with linen
napkins and polished silver cutlery with pretty china.
    “You can come out now, baby,” Vance called
to me when he had closed the door behind the exiting young man.
    I blushed a bit and couldn’t help the
girlish giggle that escaped my lips when I walked back into the
bedroom.
    “I can’t believe you just answered the door
in a bathrobe!” I exclaimed while I tightened the belt on my own
robe, which was identical to his, only smaller. “I would have died
of embarrassment!”
    “What could I possibly have to be
embarrassed about?” Vance grinned.