The Wicked Game (A Wicked Game Novel) by Fuller Olivia

Author:Fuller, Olivia [Fuller, Olivia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Olivia Fuller
Published: 2013-12-03T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

The next morning the blazing sun woke her much earlier than she wanted. She groaned and rolled over trying to fall back asleep, but it was no use. No matter what happened she had to get up anyway. Late last night she had realized that she left her wicker basket in the market place when she ran after Mary’s ghost. Though she usually went to the market everyday anyway, it was absolutely necessary she went today or they would have nothing at all to eat. She was upset that she had left her basket and food in the market yesterday and would now have to buy a new basket as well as food, but as usual, she was looking forward to winding her way through the market and enjoying her alone time.

Especially after what she thought she had heard last night.

But when she finally rolled out of the bed she found that it was empty, and upon further inspection she realized that her husband was already up and dressed, sitting in a chair waiting for her.

He smiled softly. “I thought that I would join you today.”

Angela was surprised. He had never joined her on her daily market trips. By the time she headed out, no matter how early it was, he was almost always already gone to attend to some chore within the town. She usually didn’t see him again until lunch and sometimes not even until supper. But today, here he was in the room with her, waiting to go to the market.

“But don’t you have work to do today?”

“It can wait. Right now I want to be with you.”

A chill ran down Angela’s spine. Something about him was different today but she couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. Perhaps it was what she had done last night? She laughed silently. She sure hoped so!

“Oh. Well alright. Let me dress and then we can leave.”

She turned from him and walked across the room, a suspicious feeling pooling in her belly.

***

The market was busy but not nearly as busy as it had been the day before. Apparently having departed all of the insights into life that they could, the gypsies had left and the market place had returned to normal.

It was too bad. Angela would have liked to ask them about Mary or rather what she had thought was Mary.

Andrew reached out and took hold of her hand. She shivered. Even now she still felt weak from his touch. Her knees buckled and she went lightheaded. She couldn’t help but smile at him and of course, he was smiling back.

She had tried diligently to resist his advances and be intimate with him no more than necessary (she still was unsure how he felt about her but she knew how she felt about him and didn’t want to give him the wrong idea) but so far she had been unsuccessful, very unsuccessful. No matter how she tried, there was always something about him that got to her. Any small touch, a movement, just a glance even, and she was wound tight around his finger.

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