Abigail slept restlessly in the massive bed she had been invited to share with her lover. Of course, the invitation hadn’t been quite so eloquent; In fact, there had been no real words at all, just some shifty gazes, incomprehensible muttering, and a hand stretched out, palm up, towards the mattress. Still, it was an invitation she had accepted, more because her mattress was far inferior to his, rather than any sort of need to be close to him in the wee hours.
Nathan had come to expect her restlessness. Abigail always had much on her mind, and it translated into an absolutely frenetic energy. Now that Charles was gone and Abiga