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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
While youre here I want to get a lot of this done. Everything is pretty small, and I guess thats why it has been sitting for so long. They are just the jobs I never seem to get started.
Sean listened silently as Charlie spoke over lunch. She was communicating with him now, but all was strictly business. She had also insinuated often in the last three days that Sean was going somewhere. It was always subtle, but Sean never missed it. To his surprise Charlie had been eager to resume her reading lessons. At first it made no sense, but as Sean listened to his wife, he realized she wanted him to teach her before he left.
Well shes going to be in for a surprise, Sean thought to himself, because Im not going anywhere.
In fact, he was going to be beside her even more, as much as it was in his power to do so, and his plan of attack was going to begin that very evening.
As had become their routine since the day after Patrick left, Charlie quickly cleared the kitchen table and retrieved the primer. She turned the lantern high and waited for Sean to join her.
Why dont we study in the living room tonight? Sean suggested as he picked up the lantern and pulled out his wifes chair. She looked surprised, but preceded Sean into the other room, primer in hand.
Sean sat very close to Charlie on the sofa and took the book from her grasp. He opened to the page where he wanted her to start and stayed close as she read. She was doing exceptionally well, and Sean uttered only a few corrections as she read the simple story. She stumbled over the word ear and Sean helped her, but before she could read on, he interrupted.
You have very nice ears, he said softly. I wonder why Ive never noticed them before.
Charlies hand came up. She touched her ear self-consciously, turning slightly to look at her husband. He was nearly touching her with the way he was leaning to read over her shoulder, and as soon as her eyes caught his, he winked at her.
Charlie nearly dropped the book, and Sean smiled as she cleared her throat and tried once again to read. But Sean could tell she wasnt concentrating. She stumbled over words she had never had any difficulty with, and after a few moments Sean took pity on her.
Could we skip the reading lesson tonight, Charlotte?
Skip it? Charlies voice was several octaves higher than normal, and she looked ready to panic at the way Sean shifted even closer.
Yes, skip it. I want to ask you something. Do you like children?
Charlie did drop the book then. Her head turned at a nearly impossible angle to look at the man beside her. What in the world had gotten into him? Charlie wasnt really sure she wanted to know.