The Boy Next Door (46 page)

“It’s one bedroom with one bed,” he confirmed.

“So, um, what shall we do?”

William found her flushed cheeks and darting eyes amusing and titillating all at the same time.

“Any suggestions?”

Elise blinked up at the man standing over her.

“I, um, could sleep in one of the chairs.”

“No, I won’t be responsible for you not being able to move tomorrow.  Perhaps we can find an arrangement in there.”  He nodded towards the door.

“An arrangement?”

“Have I not been a gentleman thus far?”

She had to concede that point.

“Then please, do not allow your fear to overwhelm that.”

He took her by the hand and swung the door open into the bedroom.  Sure enough, there was one bed in the middle and a small table with a cup and a basin.  She looked from the bed to William and back again, and tried to ignore the strange warm sensation that flowed through her body as she contemplated sharing a bed with the handsome stranger.

Chapter Six

The bed sat in the middle of the room, seemed to be of decent size, and had several blankets on it.  William released Elise’s hand and walked around to the opposite side of the bed slowly and intentionally.  He reached across and peeled back all of the blankets except the one that covered the mattress itself.

“How about this?  You can sleep under all three, and I will sleep under just the top two.  That way there is one layer between us.”

She blinked slowly as she pondered the suggestion and decided that it was the most reasonable one that she could think of.  She walked to the near side of the bed and slipped out of her shoes, sliding them carefully under the bed frame.

She lay down on just the one blanket and carefully pulled the other three up to her chin.  William smoothed them out and then pulled back the top two for himself.  Once they were both lying down, there was indeed one thin layer of blanket separating the two of them.

Elise stared up at the ceiling and tried to ignore the firm muscled body that lay next to her.  She could feel his body heat through the blanket and was certain that he could feel hers.  The room was chilly, so it was not unwelcome.

William turned on his side away from her and tried not to pay any attention to the warm soft curves that pressed up against him through the thin shield.  He had felt the same figure as they jostled together on the horse, and it had been a long time since he shared his bed with a woman.  He could tell from the innocent touches and the cling of her thin cotton dress that hers was a figure to be appreciated.  He covered the evidence of his attraction with one hand and prayed that she was too innocent to assume anything.

Elise’s only experience with a man was limited to Henry who would occasionally stumble into her bedroom and demand she offer her wifely duties.  It was unpleasant but quick and she always felt the need to bathe afterwards.  He was almost twenty years older than her with clammy skin, puny arms and legs, and a paunch built from heavy eating and drinking.

William’s warm body next to her seemed to be the complete opposite of Henry and she was horrified to find herself comparing them in that way.  As she drifted off to sleep, she imagined how William’s thick callused hands would feel against her skin and how his body would cover hers with encompassing warmth.

The next morning, she awoke with a start.  She did not recognize where she was or who was in the bed with her.  She had only spent the entire night with Henry three times in their marriage and was baffled at the entire scene.

She slipped out from under the blankets and shivered in the cool morning air.  When she peered over at William, her circumstances came flooding back into her mind.  She snuck out of the bedroom and closed the door behind herself.

Luckily she had spent enough time in the kitchen with Abigail that she could at least make a decent breakfast.  She wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and headed outside to gather some eggs.  They would go well with the bread and salted fish she remembered from the larder.

The chickens scolded her for stealing their eggs but she came back without a scratch.  By the time the stove was fired up and everything was cooking, William strolled out of the bedroom stretching his long arms to the ceiling.

“Oh I could get used to this,” he grinned at the breakfast she was finishing up.

She laughed, “You need a cook then.”

“Or perhaps…” his voice trailed off as he remembered he should not mention needing a wife.

She turned back to the stove and ignored the unspoken words of his comment.

“Did you sleep okay?” she asked, realizing that the question did not seem appropriate in the light of day.

“Yes, and you?”

“I was a little startled when I woke up, but I think I slept just fine.”

“Very good.  Well, after breakfast I think I need to head to the estate and then perhaps into town.  I’m not sure I have enough food for two people.”

“I don’t eat much,” she replied.

William laughed, “But I do.  And I was running low anyway.”

“Should I stay here then?”

“Would probably be best, at least for now.”

“Very well.  Is there anything I can do around here?  To help out?”

“You might check and see if any of the vegetables need picking.  That’s all I can really think of right now.”

“Oh I can handle that.  I like being outdoors.”

“Your skin would tell a different story,” he observed.  He had been marveling at the creaminess of her complexion and wondered if it felt as soft as it looked.

“I don’t often get the chance, and I try not to stay in the sun too much.”

The breakfast was tasty and filling, and Elise washed the dishes in the bucket outside while William prepared to leave for the day.  She had a feeling she would miss him once he was gone, and that feeling was starting to worry her.

Chapter Seven

A small as it was, the house did seem empty once William headed out for his day.  Elise made the bed, smoothing out all of the blankets.  She also washed up the breakfast dishes so that they would be clean for the rest of the day.  She tidied up as best she could, but there was very little to do around the house.  She wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and stepped outside.  The sun was already warm and she could tell it would be another hot day ahead.

The vegetable garden was nicely shaded by a small grove of trees and she folded her wrap carefully and set it to the side.  She wandered up and down the rows of greenery, not sure exactly what to look for in a vegetable that was ready for picking.  There were a few carrots peeking out of the dirt so she yanked on the green stems and out they popped.

She laughed as she landed backwards on her rear with the vegetables in her hands.

I guess that was a success
, she thought to herself,
I’ve never done this part before.

The items in her hands looked big enough to be considered finished and she set them in a pile off to the side.  She wandered to another row and looked for some sign of readiness.  The onions had lovely tall green stems so she dug those out, as well as the potatoes that seemed to have brown stalks.

It was certainly enough to make several nights’ worth of vegetable soup, especially with the bits of ham she saw in the kitchen pantry.

William had said he was going into town for supplies, so she was certain she could make do with whatever he brought back.  She hoped for cheese and perhaps some pickles or jam, but had not really been in a position to ask for anything specifically.

When the sun reached its peak overhead, she headed back into the cooler shade of the house and picked through the remaining food for a bite of lunch.  She assembled a small plate of bread and ham and the remaining boiled egg from breakfast.

After lunch, she lay down on the bed and closed her eyes, trying to push the thoughts to the back of her head.  She had grown up in a well-to-do family and had married well.  She had always had what could be considered the easy life, but even in the short time she had been a “resident” at William’s home, she knew could get used to a simpler way of life.

He seemed to make a decent enough living at whatever he did, and with the chickens and garden there was probably food to eat most of the time.  The house was not as large as an estate, but it was clean and in good condition.

She did miss Abigail though; she hoped that the note had reached her and that the young woman was not too worried.  Elise had to face the possibility that Henry would not want her back.  Part of her hoped that he would divorce her on the grounds that she had not produced heirs, but part of her was terrified of where her life would go after that.

William had indicated he would appreciate having a wife, but he had stopped short of actually saying it.  He seemed like a gentleman, especially in light of the previous night’s awkwardness, but she did not really know this stranger.

She eventually drifted off into a nap, and awoke with a start when the front door slammed shut.

“Hello?” William called out loudly.

Elise struggled to her feet and wandered barefoot into the main area.

“I’m still here, I must have dozed off. I apologize.”

“Quite alright, there really is not much to do around here,” he chuckled.

“Did you have a pleasant day?” she asked politely.

“Pleasant enough.  The village was crowded, but I think I managed to get enough supplies for a little while.  You might have to tell me if I did this correctly, I’m used to only shopping for myself,” he admitted a little bashfully.

“Well, let’s take a look,” she offered a friendly smile.

Everything was wrapped up neatly in brown paper packages, and he had laid them all out on the kitchen table.  She opened them one by one and was very impressed with his selections.  He had brought back more bread, some apples and pears, several generous pieces of cheese, a bottle of whiskey, and even a simple cotton dress for her.

When she opened the last tiny parcel, she squealed with glee, “Oh you shouldn’t have!”

His cheeks flushed pink, “I hope all of this is okay.”

She unfolded the square of white cloth and out fell two sewing needles and several colored thread packets for stich work.  She marveled at his generosity and thoughtfulness.

“You have been very kind to me,” she murmured quietly.

William wrapped his thick hands around her delicate fingers as they gingerly held the sewing supplies.

“You have made it easy,” he replied.

As she gazed into his emerald eyes, she felt no fear of the large man.  She had questions and curiosities of the many unknowns, but no fear.  The longer he held her hands in his grasp, the warmer her blood felt as it coursed through her body.  In all the times Henry forced her to lay with him, she had never felt the desire to do so.  But she now felt the desire to be with William as she had formerly been with her husband.  And that thought is what drove fear into her heart.

Chapter Eight

William watched as Elise’s deep blue eyes blinked up at him and felt his gaze drift down to the swell of her full breasts.  He could just see the ivory skin peeking out of her dress as they rose and fell softly.  His hands still clasped hers.  He pulled his eyes back up to her face and could not stop himself from pulling her closer until their faces were just inches apart.

“William?” she whispered.