On a windswept British coastline the tide deposits an unexpected
gift…
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Excerpt
Lachlan,
the enigmatic father of Effie’s foster daughter, visits twice a year. On
Midsummer’s Day he invites Effie for a walk on the beach and they kiss.
“Forgive me. I shouldna’ have done that. The
moment and the moonlight.”. He shook his head. “I have no justification.”
“You don’t need one,” Effie said. She let out a long breath. Her
lips were still throbbing from his kiss and she found forming words strange, as
if her lips demanded to return to their previous activity. “As you say, a
beautiful evening like this can make people behave oddly.”
Lachlan tilted his head a little to the right and held her gaze,
unblinking. His dark eyes grew blacker as his pupils widened, almost
obliterating the green surrounding them.
“Even so, it was wrong of me. I should have been stronger willed.”
He held himself responsible, not her.
She dropped her eyes, feeling as shy as she had on the night she
had first met John. Her heart was thumping and her skin felt prickly, as though
she had run through nettles.
“And I should have protested. But I didn’t. It was only a kiss
after all.”
He stared at her solemnly with the
large, serene eyes that drew her in, pupils large and black, rimmed with irises
as green as the rock pools beyond the brig. He reached out and ran his thumb
over her cheek, brushing against the corner of her lips with the cool digit.
Oh, to be touched again in that place his lips had so recently been! He was
right to go now. If he stayed, Effie wasn’t sure what might happen.
Or she knew only too well exactly what
would occur.
Her cheeks grew hot with shame but her blood
raced at the idea of being touched even more intimately. She stepped back from
Lachlan hastily and glanced up again to find him staring at her with an intensity
that took her breath away. She wanted to kiss him again, more fully and for
longer. She wanted to do so much more but sensed his resistance. At the moment
they were friends; if she pushed him, that could change, but something in his
face was warning her there was more to his reluctance than she understood.
“Why does it matter so much?” she asked. “Why was it so wrong?”
He fixed his eyes resolutely on the sea.
“We should go back to the house,” Effie muttered. “We’ve left the
children for too long.”
She clambered down the other side of the rock unaided, cheeks
flaming with shame and desire that welled up inside her from a seemingly
unending pool of lava.
Lachlan stood staring at her for a minute before leaping
gracefully down and landing beside Effie in a crouch. He stood and faced her.
Effie felt a blush rise to her cheeks. He talked of strength, and she knew he
had been referring to moral strength but she couldn’t ignore the energy he exuded.
She pulled her shawl tightly over her shoulders. It was black, like all her
clothing – a widow’s dress. Perhaps that was the cause of his reluctance. It
wasn’t immoral to have kissed Lachlan. John was gone and, while she mourned
him, she knew deep inside her that the place he held in her heart was only a
small part of a greater emptiness that cried out to be filled.
“I'll go now,” Lachlan said. “Farewell,
Effie Cropton.”
“You're leaving just like that?” Effie
exclaimed. After the kiss she felt flustered and more than a little cheated
that he was not going to repeat the experience. “Without saying farewell to
Morna?”
“Morna is sleeping. If I returned to
your house it would not be for her benefit.
Are you still
happy to keep Morna in your care? Do we still have our compact, Effie Cropton.”
“Of course. I love her as if she were my own. I’ll care for her as
long as she – or you – need me to.”
He dipped his hand into his pocket and produced another pearl. It
seemed to glow from within in the fading sunlight as he held it between his
shapely fingers.
“Where do you get these?” she asked.
Lachlan smiled and pressed the pearl into Effie’s palm. “I hunt
for them.”
She rolled it round with her fingers. It was slightly larger than
the one she already had nestled in her drawer. It felt like a drop of ice.
Lachlan turned to face the sea once more. Silhouetted against the sunset, his
profile was smooth and sharp, reminding Effie of a figurehead from an old ship.
She could imagine him dressed in his fur, standing on the prow of a ship as it
ploughed through the Baltic waters. Not a modern steamer but a low, open vessel
powered by oars. A seal trapper and oyster fisher. It seemed romantically old
fashioned.
He turned back to Effie.
“What passed between us tonight… I hope it won’t cause a breach
between us.”
The kiss may have meant nothing to him, or as much as it had to
Effie, but something in his manner was building a wall between them and she
couldn’t let it rise any higher.
“You’re full of secrets,” she said irritably. “I don’t want a
breach between us either, but you are keeping things from me and I don’t like
it.”
His expression was solemn, sad even. “Go and see
to the children. We will meet again when half a year has passed.”
He shrugged the sealskin over his shoulders and walked away. Effie
stared after him with a mixture of fury and confusion. He was heading towards
the beach, not the town, retracing their steps. There was no other village for miles. Had he left a boat moored
somewhere?. They had walked quite a way and if he had a rowing boat in Boggle
Cove she hadn’t noticed it. He was full of mysteries and Effie
wanted to unravel them more than she had wanted anything for a long time. Barely stopping
to think, she ran after him, reaching out a hand to grasp the pelt that swung
down his back in order to stop him leaving.
“Half a year is too long without answers!”
He stopped and spun around, his eyes dropping to the pelt in
Effie’s hand. She let go.
“I want to know everything,” she said. She
held the pearl out. “If you want me to keep your daughter, tell me the truth.”
“Are you sure you want it?” Lachlan
asked.
“So there is something you aren’t
telling me,” Effie said.
“Aye. And if I tell you, things will
change between us. Maybe between you and Morna. Are you sure you want that?”
She hesitated. Nothing Lachlan could
say about Morna would change Effie’s love. It was a mother’s love; unwavering
and endless.
“Yes.”
She closed her fist over the pearl. Lachlan’s
eyes followed.
“Tomorrow morning I’ll come to you and
you’ll hear it. Farewell for tonight, Effie Cropton.”
He walked away, and this time Effie let
him go, watching until he was out of sight.
Author Bio –
Elisabeth’s writing career began when she finished in third place in
Harlequin’s
So You Think You Can Write
contest in 2013. She was
offered a two-book contract and consequently had to admit secret writing was
why the house was such a tip. She is the author of numerous historical romances with Harlequin Mills
& Boon covering the Medieval period to Victorian England, and a Second
World War romantic historical with One More Chapter. She lives in Cheshire
because the car broke down there in 1999 and she never left.
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