I could tell he wasn‟t pleased with the situation at all. Though he never said as much, I knew he
chafed at the idea of owing anybody any
thing. He was already bristling at having to ride his father‟s
“…And the worst part,” he continued to rant as I watched him fiddle with his tie on his first morning on the job, “is that I‟m not making nearly as much as I could doing something el
yet I have to be grateful for „the opportunity‟ because it‟s
only a favor
I struggled valiantly to keep a straight face, because he could see me in the mirror, sitting on thebed behind him
but eventually he noticed me shaking with laughter and scowled
which only made me laugh harder.
“Oh, Edward.” I stood and went to him, smoothing down his vest. “It‟s just a job, remember? It‟sonly until you‟ve satisfied your father, not forever. And most importantly,
I‟ll wait for you
don‟t have to make all the money in the world so you can rush me to the altar. I‟ll still be here.”
My pep talk had the desired effect
Edward‟s mouth twitched in his involuntary smile, and I felt
his shoulders relax under my hands.
“Maybe you can wait,” he said, “but I‟m not sure
“You‟ll just have to remember that patience is a virtue,” I said, stretching up on my toes to kisshim. “And I am, after all, the guardian of your virtue. You‟d best listen to me.”
Edward snorted, th
ough he held our bodies close together. “I‟m beginning to think that you‟re the
lousiest possible guardian of my virtue I could have found. I find myself nearly compromised at
“Pot, kettle,” I said succinctly, pointing to him and myself in turn. “Now, I believe you haveapproximately twenty minutes. You‟d better get moving.”
He reluctantly moved away and pulled his jacket over his shoulders. Dressed up like a properbusinessman, he did look devastatingly handsome. His navy blue jacket and trousers stood out inperfect contrast to his coppery hair; a striped vest emphasized his lean, solid torso; and the tie waslike a ribbon on the beautiful package waiting to be opened. I was no keener on his leaving than he was.
“I‟ll see you when I get home,” he sighed, kissing me one last time.
“Looking forward to it,” I said as I followed him down to the front door. He shot me a grin over
his shoulder before he went out into the street. While the men were gone, Elizabeth tried to teach me to knit. It was incredibly domestic, and I
wasn‟t sure I really liked it. I‟d never been very good at domestication.