Legends of Havenwood Falls 2

by Belinda Boring

  “Your mother thought you might be in need of some refreshment,” Harriet explains, putting up the table with a skilled flick of the wrist.

  “Thank you, Harriet,” I say, smiling.

  I see the way she glances at Dragan from under her eyelashes and the blush on her cheek, and I know exactly what she thinks about when she’s laying in her bed at night, because they are my thoughts, too.

  “Your mother says not to be too much longer,” she says. “She needs you to go over some of the menus for the wedding breakfast so we can start planning.”

  I nod and tell Harriet to assure my mother I’ll be in within the hour, but to my disappointment, Dragan has already drunk half a glass of lemonade and is standing.

  “Actually, I’m afraid I need to go,” he says, checking his pocket watch. I have some business to attend to in town.”

  “Oh,” I say, unable to hide my disappointment.

  He sees my smile fall, but doesn’t offer any kind of promise or apology. I stand up too and walk him back toward the house, leaving a disgruntled Harriet to gather up the lemonade and tray.

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