A Christmas Love Redeemed by Alison Stuart

Author:Alison Stuart
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Escape Publishing

Chapter 6

Dorset Coast, 23 December 1807

Fabien stood by the little dormer window in the tiny bedroom, one arm resting on the wall above his head, looking out over the cliff to the grey, wintry sea and beyond that the distant shadowy curve of la belle France.

He had agreed with Hannah that on Christmas Day when the household had gone to church, he would leave, following the crudely drawn map she had made for him. In Poole he would find a fisherman, someone prepared to take him to France for the price of a gold chain. He knew human nature; it would not be hard to find such a one.

The door creaked open and he turned to Hannah. She closed the door and stood with her hands behind her back.

‘What are you thinking?’ she asked.

He shrugged. ‘I was thinking of my plans.’

‘I’ve said nothing to Mama. It is best she not know.’ She held out a package wrapped up in brown paper and tied with string. ‘This is for you.’

He accepted the parcel, his fingers brushing hers, and sat down on the edge of the bed to unwrap it. She sat next to him.

‘Do you like it?’

He unfolded the grey, woollen, knitted scarf and held it up. ‘Parfait,’ he said. ‘Just what I will need.’

‘I made it for William but … but he has no need of it anymore.’

A tear ran down her cheek and he brushed it away with his thumb.

‘Thank you, Hannah. You have already given me so much. And now I have something for you.’

He had given the matter of a parting gift a deal of thought and apart from the chain, he had only one thing of value.

‘Hannah,’ he said, ‘if circumstances were different, there would be time for us but as things stand, I want to give you something to remember me.’

He undid the gold chain from around his neck and slipped off the small garnet ring that hung from it. As a piece of jewellery it was unassuming and probably of little real value but to him, it was priceless.

He reached for her hand and pressed it into the palm, closing her fingers around it.

‘It was my mother’s,’ he said. ‘It was given to her by her grandfather and she wore it always.’

She uncurled her fingers, looking down at the little gold circlet with its single stone. ‘I can’t accept this.’

‘Please. It is a mark of my gratitude to you and also a pledge that in better times, I will return to claim it.’

She looked up at him, her grey eyes swimming with unshed tears. ‘Fabien. I know this is wrong. We have known each other so little time, but the moment I saw you in that cave, I wanted it to be you.’

He reached up and tucked a curl of chestnut hair behind her ear, his hand slipping behind her head, drawing her close to him. The moment their lips touched he was lost.

Hannah Linton, his sea sprite … his angel of mercy.

She broke away with a gasp, staring at him wide eyed.

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