White Dove by Katrina Nowak

Author:Katrina Nowak [Nowak, Katrina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-73203-810-3
Publisher: Scribble & Spark Bookworks

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August 1, 1914: Road to County Wicklow, Ireland

Colin at last broke his gaze with Nora. It’s me country too. The words echoed in his mind. She had a point, but he wasn’t going to let her know it. He didn’t have time for that conversation. He was in a bind and he knew it. The boats were to leave as soon as daylight expired. He looked up at the sun. There was plenty of day left, but they had miles to go, and they wouldn’t make it on foot.

Over Nora’s shoulder he could see the Irish Sea, its distant waters appearing to meet the rolling hills. The bright light of the day blended the blue and green such that they almost perfectly matched the shade of Nora’s eyes. Mr. Dunham’s words from earlier that day came back to him. Striking a much calmer tone, he said, “Nora, I don’t know about you.”

“And just what do you mean by that?” she asked.

“I don’t know what to do about you,” he said. He truly didn’t, but again—he knew he didn’t have time for that conversation.

“Well, like you said, there’s not much you can do now,” she said. He could tell she was trying to get him to reconcile with her. Or, worse, trying to get him to admit what she already knew. Why is she so good at that?

“Oh, I don’t mean today,” he said. One side of his mouth bent upward no matter how he tried to suppress it. “I mean tomorrow and the next day and the next day after that.”

She had no ability to hide her smile. “So you forgive me?” she asked, in a tone that let him know that she had long since forgiven him.

He scratched his chin as if he were seriously contemplating a response, but Nora’s coquettish expression had changed. She abruptly turned to face the road. A black motorcar was approaching, trailed by a cloud of dust. The direction of the wind meant they had not heard its motor until it was right upon them.

“One of your friends?” Nora asked hopefully.

Colin looked intently at the vehicle. Each of the motorcars was to have left Dublin at different times to avoid tipping anyone off as to their mission or destination, and they each were to take different routes. How many possible routes were there from Dublin to the Wicklow coast? Surely this was not the only lonely country road that led there. “Not likely,” he said.

The automobile began to slow, and Colin saw that the driver intended to stop. He knew that he had no good explanation for why he was out here on this desolate road with a young girl.

“Keep quiet, Nora,” he said ominously. “Don’t say a word. They’ll know you’re not from these parts.”

The driver of the motorcar pulled it to the side behind Colin’s parked automobile. “Hello there,” called the driver, studying the scene.

Colin instantly recognized the Cockney accent and exchanged a nervous glance with Nora, who clearly had as well. He scanned the interior of the man’s car.

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