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A little grin pulled on his lips when she let out a heavy sigh and
smiled slightly. It seemed almost naughty in nature. Rafe took a
strand of her hair in his hand and caressed it. He bent forward and
smelled it. He closed his eyes and took in the scent. Lilacs and
maybe strawberries. He wasn't sure whatever it was the scent was
pure heaven. Rafe pulled back and startled a bit when he realized
she was awake. Her eyes were a honey brown. She was even more
beautiful up close. But the mystery that surrounded her was stronger
than before. Rafe didn't move his position when she sat up. He
didn't want to be away from her. She smelled of the morning, lilacs,
strawberries and hay. She was glowing. The beauty stretched and
gave a slight squeak. Rafe chuckled as she did this and was rewarded
with a brilliant smile and sparkling eyes.
"Good morning, Miss." Rafe said as he surprised himself and her when
he grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Good morning, Sir." She replied,
her smile never disappearing. She looked into his green eyes and her
heart skipped a beat. She felt her face redden. "The rain became so
hard last night that I took shelter here. I only planned on staying
until the rain stopped, but I'm afraid I fell asleep. I hope you
don't mind." Rafe was silent for a moment. He just couldn't believe
that she was here. Right in front of him. He then shook his head
and said, "No, No, I don't mind at all." "Why didn't you come to the
house?" The woman gestured that she wanted to get up. Rafe was more
than happy to help and she had tripped on her petticoat and landed
fully into his arms.
They looked at each other, deeply. So many questions left to be
answered. Then the woman just about jumped out of his arms. "My
goodness! What time is it? I'm going to be late!" She said in a
panic. The woman gathered her things and looked at Rafe. He was
standing there with disbelief and confusion. The woman kissed him on
the cheek and then ran out of the barn. Rafe was flustered for a
moment then ran after her. She was very fast and he stopped at his
mailbox and watched the blonde beauty run down the road with all
haste.
Rafe put his hands on his hips and watched her until she was from his
sight. He scoffed in awe and ran his hand thru his blonde hair. He
was brought back to reality when the postman was standing there. He
was an older gentleman and he had a very amused look on his face.
The postman handed Rafe his post and was smiling brightly. Rafe
stopped the postman. "Excuse me Sir, but do you know who that young
woman is?" The postman grinned even wider and winked. "Yes Sir I
do." The postman turned to walk. Rafe grabbed his arm and quickly
let go when the postman stopped. Rafe was looking at the man with
the most urgent pleading stare. "What is her name? Would you please
tell me kind Sir." Rafe pleaded. The postman straightened his hat
and adjusted his bag. He looked at Rafe and said, "The young ladies
name is Freya." "Freya." Rafe repeated in a near whisper. The
postman smacked Rafe on the arm. "Yes, Freya St. James." "Freya
like the Norse goddess of love and beauty." Rafe said out loud. The
postman chuckled and shook his head. The postman squeezed Rafe's arm
and continued down the road. Rafe ran his hand thru his hair and
then snapped back to the present. The postman had gotten down the
road quickly and Rafe yelled, "Thank You!" The postman never lost a
beat, never turned around he only raised his hand. Rafe could have
sworn he heard the older man chuckling.
Rafe turned on his heel and headed back to the house. His butler
waited for Rafe at the door. Rafe handed him the mail and he
breathed in triumphly. "Her name is," and before Rafe could finish
his sentence Gerard said, "Freya, Freya St. James." Rafe stood in
the doorway, mouth wide open in disbelief. Gerard took the mail from
Rafe and headed down the hallway.
Rafe shook his head and closed the door. He caught up with Gerard
quickly. "Why didn't you?" And again before Rafe could finish his
question Gerard answered, "You Sir did not ask." Gerard turned on a
dime and continued to walk down the hallway. Rafe shuffled a bit and
chuckled. He grew silent and thoughtful as the vision of Freya, his
mystery woman flooded his senses all over again.
"Freya." Rafe said with a wide smile, and then followed Gerard into
the study.