Tides of Passion by tracy sumner

Author:tracy sumner
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: romance, southern, sexy, historical, brothers, series, sensual, southern author, series adventure romance adventure fantasy suspsense
Publisher: tracy sumner

Chapter 11

One cannot be always laughing at a man without

now and then stumbling on something witty.

~Jane Austen

He was drinking too much, Zach thought, and raised his glass to his lips for what must have been the fortieth time that night. The ale was lukewarm and bitter, but not a bad remedy. His intake had gone beyond what it should, what he usually allowed it to. The unfamiliar vagueness in his mind and unsteadiness in his step were glaring indicators. The circle of men surrounding him knew it, too, if the amused glances thrown his way meant squat.

They assumed his being rooked into asking Darnella Watkins to the dance was the reason for his testy mood. He hadn't voiced one word to correct the mistaken assumption.

He had danced with her when he first arrived, then left her to giggle and chatter with the crowd of women circling the cake table while he drank with the men circling the ale barrel. All the while, furtively watching Savannah Connor strut back and forth across the sawdust-covered dance floor in Magnus Leland's arms. Eyeing her over the rim of his glass, he marveled at the anger he felt.

She looked magnificent. Radiant. Like a star thrust into a dark box.

Zach sipped slowly, judging. Candlelight from the multitude of sconces cascaded over her, highlighting her gleaming mane of hair and the lovely pendant circling her neck. Gazing into Magnus's face, she said something and laughed, her lips pulling back from her teeth in a smile pretty enough to bring a preacher to his knees.

Zach felt a reactive tightening in his gut, one the likes of which he had tried repeatedly to kill in the five long days since their argument on Miss Vin's porch.

If you could call that confused tangle of heat, fury, and remorse an argument.

Quietly, he ducked outside the tent and leaning his hip against a nearby tree. Eyes closed, he listened to the steady pulse of the night. The rustle of leaves on the branches above his head, and the chirping crickets in the azalea bushes lining the church's walkway.

It had terrified him to see her tears. Swimming in her eyes and making them shine like a pond after a storm. He had felt as shocked as he would if an oar caught him across the back of the head. The fountain pen had been an impulsive bit of, of nothing. He never imagined it would touch her.

Lifting his face to the moon, Zach drained his glass. A faint headache pulsed; his spectacles were a dead weight in his pocket. Somehow, crazy as it seemed, wearing them reminded him of her.

Damn, he was losing his mind.

Losing his mind and allowing guilt to eat him up.

He couldn't bring Hannah back. For himself or Rory. Couldn't change what had happened during their marriage or change how she had died. He had been a lousy husband, in the later years. Not patient or prudent enough. Still, Hannah had loved him, and he had loved her.

He had.

But they hadn't been alike.

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