The Red Thread by Rebekah Pace

Author:Rebekah Pace
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Level 4 Press, Inc.
Published: 2020-10-06T00:00:00+00:00

17

When I returned to Mira, I found her in bed, examining her hand.

“How is it today? Is it bad?” I asked as I came into the room.

“No.” She flexed her fingers. “It’s healed. Just a little white scar that looks like it’s been there for years. How can that be?”

I sat down next to her, gathered her into my arms, and kissed her forehead. “Magic. And there were lights on in a house down the street last night.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

I shrugged. “You made that fantastic Eintopf—then you nearly sliced your finger off.”

She threw back the covers and went to the wardrobe. “Let’s go see if someone’s home. The storm has passed.”

“Maybe I don’t want to share you.”

She tossed me a smile over her shoulder. “You’ll still be the only man on Earth for me, Peter. Now hurry—go get dressed.”

When we were both ready, she grabbed my hand and nearly pulled me out the front door. “Which house was it?”

I pointed and we set off down the cobblestone street. The porch light was still shining like a beacon.

“That’s the one I said I liked yesterday.” She ran lightly up the steps to the porch and rapped her knuckles on the door. Then she looked at her hand in surprise. “I forgot about the cut when I knocked, and it didn’t hurt at all.” When no one answered, she pressed her nose against the window beside the door. “Look!”

“What is it?” I came up beside her and shaded my eyes to peer inside at empty rooms.

“It’s perfect.” The front door opened at her touch, and I followed her inside. She stood in the middle of the sitting room and turned in a slow circle. “Look at all the light in here. What do you think of Delft Blue and yellow upholstery, with cream lacquer on the furniture? And silk portieres?”

“I guess so. What for?”

“For us! We’ll live here together.”

She looked so delighted that it was easy to get into the spirit of the game. “Only the best for you, my dear.”

“Only the best for the both of us.”

I followed her from room to room as she decorated to the limits of her imagination. There would be a walnut-paneled billiard room for me and a music room in the solarium at the rear of the house for her.

Upstairs, she peered in each room as she walked down the hall. “Yes, this must be the master—”

I followed her into another light-filled room.

“—it has an en suite bath. Look at the size of this tub!”

“And a sitting room of its own?” I stepped through an archway into a large alcove at the far end of the room.

She glanced my way. “That’s big enough to be a nursery.”

Her offhand comment left me thunderstruck. She didn’t seem to notice and was long gone by the time I repeated, “Nursery?” Nurseries were for babies.

I’d long since written off the possibility of becoming a father, but suddenly the desire to have a child with Mira became an ache that surpassed the pain of missing her I’d known for so many years.

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