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Rebecca could only smile as Charlie entered the house. She was amazed to see him in his suit. She did not even try to wipe the beaming smile from her face. She noticed that a bit of Charlie’s hair had fallen down over his forehead and for the briefest of moments she was tempted to reach out and smooth it back into place. However, she found her hands otherwise occupied when he handed her a bouquet of fresh flowers. "Thank you sir. They are lovely."
"You are most welcome."
"Come, Colonel, dinner is ready."
She led him to the back parlor, where she had set up a small table near the window. The room was softly lit with lamp and candles. Rebecca let Charlie settle down at the table then she began preparing him a plate.
"Miss Rebecca, I can do that."
"Nonsense, Colonel, let me. I rather enjoy it." She finished the plate setting in front of him before taking her own seat.
Charlie watched her prepare her own food, then settle a napkin across her lap. She looked and smiled. "Would you like to say grace, Colonel?"
He nodded, reaching across the table to take her hand. Once the prayer was given, he expected her to move her hand, but to his great surprise, she did not.
"I want to thank you for the ride today. It was delightful. Your Shannon is a wonderful animal. I would dearly love to have a beast from her line."
"You handle her as if you two had known each other forever. It is a testament to your riding skills. I have never seen a lady such as yourself who handles to reins so well."
"I grew up on horses. Before I was old enough to ride my own mount, my father would take me on his. He said I was holding the reins before I was walking."
"It shows."
"After dinner I have a surprise for you."
"For me? Ma’am, really you should not have gone to the trouble over me."
"Trust me, Colonel it was no trouble. Now eat your dinner. Then we will have some of that wonderful coffee you brought and I will give you your surprise."
After supper, Rebecca settled Charlie on the davenport in front of the fire while she made coffee. Returning to the parlor, she found him with his head back and his eyes closed. Placing the tray on the table, she touched him on the knee. "Are you tired, Colonel? Would you rather go to bed?"
He sat up immediately. "Oh no, Miss Rebecca, I am fine. The fire was just so comforting."
"It is nice. I must admit that I would not have been able to get it started if it had not been for one of your young men. The flue was stuck. He wrestled with it for quite a while before it came free. Then I am afraid he found himself covered with soot. He was quite the picture."
"Which man was it?"
"He said his name was Corporal Duncan Nailer."
Charlie gave a knowing nod. "Duncan is a good boy. I assigned him to the stables to help with the horses. He was expecting to fight again after the Wilderness and I think he has resented me a bit for not allowing it, but there is something about him that is not quite right. He seems, I do not know, slow. I am told he is quite an excellent soldier, and certainly his record indicates that, but somehow I wanted to protect him a bit.
"I noticed that, but I think it is just that little stutter he has. I am sure he has been tormented all his life because of that."
"I know some of the men have commented. That is why I put him in the care of my holster. He is a kind gentleman who takes each young man and treats him like a son."
Rebecca poured coffee, handing a cup to Charlie, and then she got up, and moved to the mantle. She paused for a moment then pulled the item down, tucking it behind her back. "Colonel, I have something for you."
"Ma’am?"
She turned, looking down at him. Then she removed the book from behind her back. "I found this yesterday and I thought you might like to read it."
"Oh Miss Rebecca," He took the book, running his fingers over the soft leather cover. "I really cannot--"
"Of course you can. You mentioned to me that you enjoyed philosophy, I am afraid I do not have any journals of that nature, but maybe you will enjoy this. It is a collection of poetry."
"I am sure I will find it very enjoyable." He gave the davenport a pat with his hand. "I believe I would enjoy it more if you would allow me to share it with you. May I read a few pages?"
"Oh that would be wonderful. Your voice is very soothing, it is perfectly suited for readings."
Charlie laughed, a little louder than he should have. "I am sure my men would not agree with you, Miss Rebecca. But I would be delighted to read for you."
Rebecca prepared her own coffee, and then got comfortable on the davenport next to Charlie. He smiled when she sat very close to him, turning beautiful green eyes to him in expectation.
"Well," He cleared his throat gently. "Yes, let’s see here."
Charlie glanced to Rebecca; she was relaxed with her eyes closed, and her hand resting gently on his leg. He had been reading for almost an hour when he noticed her breathing had gentled considerably.
"Miss Rebecca?"
"Hmm? Yes Colonel?"
"Would you like to retire?"
She sighed, "Well, as much as I hate to admit it, I am rather tired. I do believe that our lovely ride, took more out of me than I had planned."
"Then dear lady, I will take my leave of you so that you may--"
"Leave? You mean you will not be staying?"
"I--"
"Colonel, let us please put this behind us now. I offered you the use of my bed while you are here and I would think you would understand that is meant for every night and I should not have to invite you every evening."
The Colonel could not stop the reddening of his cheeks; he just hoped it was not readily visible in the low light. "Yes Ma’am, I will remember."
"Good. Now shall we adjourn upstairs?" She stood, offering her hand to Charlie. "I am sure we will both sleep very soundly tonight."
Somehow, I doubt that my dear Rebecca. You have no idea the things you do to me when you lay so close at night. He shook his head and allowed himself to be led upstairs.
Rebecca took her sleeping gown and went into her sitting room to change, leaving Charlie in the main room to get dressed for bed. He was quick about it, wanting to be in bed by the time the lady returned. He had just pulled the covers up when she came back in. He swallowed hard, when she passed in front of the window and the moonlight showed her body through the light material. Even in shadows and silhouette, her figure made him lose his breath. He was sure that if there were ever a time when he might be graced with actually laying his eyes upon her, his heart would simply beat out of his chest.
Rebecca got into bed and rolled over to face him. "Good night, Colonel."
"Good night, Miss Rebecca." He turned over and lowered the wick on the lamp, putting the room in near darkness, except for the moon light from the window. He nearly jumped out of his skin and the bed when he felt her touch his shoulder.
"Colonel? I forgot to ask. How is your shoulder?"
"It is fine, Miss Rebecca, really."
"You are sure."
"Yes Ma’am. I am definitely sure."
"Sleep well, Colonel."
He lay there listening to her breath, hearing the soft sighs and moans as she adjusted to get comfortable. He intentionally slowed his breathing and closed his eyes, trying to relax. He was nearly asleep when he felt it happen, she rolled over and curled up next to him. It was all he could do to keep from whimpering. Instead, he just took a deep, calming breath and prepared for a long night.
Rebecca felt strong hands on her shoulders. Resting there, comforting her, making her feel safe. She could feel warm breath in her ear and on her cheek, soft lips caressing her neck.
She closed her eyes, just letting all these pleasant sensations wash over her body. She could not stop the soft groan that left her lips. Her breathing picked up, lips grew dry as she pulled in deep breaths to try and calm her racing heart.