a thought.
‘It wasn’t me that kept stopping to catch their breath now, was it?’
‘Jace, go and see if Maisey needs any help in the kitchen.’ Caster didn’t want Jace to hear about their bedroom antics.
Jace was about to move but his mother pointed her finger at him before he took a step.
‘Stay right where you are!’ Her eyes never left Casters. She wasn’t letting either of these two out of her sight until this was sorted.
‘Now listen here, you old goat.’ She brought her finger back to Caster’s chest, and poked him hard with each of her last three words.
Jace couldn’t hold in a giggle, and covered his mouth when his father glared at him.
‘We’re ALL going to Blackhill. This is a family matter, and I’ve got just as much right to be there as either of you two!’
Caster daren’t open his mouth. Never in all their years of marriage had he ever seen her so angry.
Ellanor took a deep breath; she’d made herself heard and wasn’t about to back down now. Without looking at Jace, she gave Caster his orders.
‘I don’t care which horse I ride. You can choose whichever you think will be best for me.’
Jace didn’t reply and looked to his father. Shrugging his shoulders, he questioned what he should do. Caster gave a slight nod. Ellanor saw him and stepped back. Folding her arms, she narrowed her eyes at Caster.
‘Glad we have that sorted. I’ll be upstairs, finishing my packing, if you need me!’ Glaring at Jace as she turned to leave, she marched across the hallway and was out of sight up the stairs before he could speak.
‘Hell fire! I’ve never seen mother so angry.’
Caster puffed out a long breath and wiped his forehead then raised his brow and grinned. ‘Me neither.’ He started chuckling. ‘I thought she was going to hit me!’ Slapping Jace’s arm, he encouraged him to sort out the horses.
‘Best let her ride Betsy, she’s a plodder, and isn’t likely to get startled by anything.’
Jace nodded. ‘You’re right. I’ll check all the horses and be back later for supper.’
Caster stood alone in the hall. Brushing his hands over his head, he drew out a long breath then laughed. What the hell had just happened? Now he just had to make everything right between Ellanor. Where to start? He did know one-thing; he had some serious groveling to do.
Ellanor huffed and sorted her clothing. Stuffing it into the hold-all, her body trembled. Still trying to calm herself, she couldn’t believe what just happened. How could Caster not want her to go? Shaking her head, she took a few deep breaths. She walked over to the window, and gazed out into the mist covered hills. She loved her home, her life; pleased with the way everything had turned out, after the early years of being so unhappy, she sighed.
A knock on the bedroom door, interrupted her thoughts. Turning around, she watched Caster poke his head around the door. She quickly returned to look out of the window. She didn’t want to talk to him at this moment, she was still furious.
‘Ellanor, may I come in?’
Caster watched her, he knew she wasn’t happy and it bothered him that he’d hurt her. Closing the door after edging his way into the room, he shoved his hands deep into his trouser pockets and took a few, slow steps towards Ellanor.
‘I’m sorry my love. I didn’t mean to upset you. You were right to insist on coming with us. I realize that now.’
Reaching his hand to her arm, he gently brushed a finger across her shoulder. ‘Can you forgive me?’
Caster waited patiently. He traced his finger along her shoulder then sliding his hand beneath her hair; he twisted a long tress around his fingers and edged a little closer. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but feared he’d get a slap; and he would deserve it.
Ellanor felt his gentle touch against her shoulder and closed her eyes. She was upset now, rather than angry. He’d wounded her, and she appreciated he may not have intended too, but she was still
‘It wasn’t me that kept stopping to catch their breath now, was it?’
‘Jace, go and see if Maisey needs any help in the kitchen.’ Caster didn’t want Jace to hear about their bedroom antics.
Jace was about to move but his mother pointed her finger at him before he took a step.
‘Stay right where you are!’ Her eyes never left Casters. She wasn’t letting either of these two out of her sight until this was sorted.
‘Now listen here, you old goat.’ She brought her finger back to Caster’s chest, and poked him hard with each of her last three words.
Jace couldn’t hold in a giggle, and covered his mouth when his father glared at him.
‘We’re ALL going to Blackhill. This is a family matter, and I’ve got just as much right to be there as either of you two!’
Caster daren’t open his mouth. Never in all their years of marriage had he ever seen her so angry.
Ellanor took a deep breath; she’d made herself heard and wasn’t about to back down now. Without looking at Jace, she gave Caster his orders.
‘I don’t care which horse I ride. You can choose whichever you think will be best for me.’
Jace didn’t reply and looked to his father. Shrugging his shoulders, he questioned what he should do. Caster gave a slight nod. Ellanor saw him and stepped back. Folding her arms, she narrowed her eyes at Caster.
‘Glad we have that sorted. I’ll be upstairs, finishing my packing, if you need me!’ Glaring at Jace as she turned to leave, she marched across the hallway and was out of sight up the stairs before he could speak.
‘Hell fire! I’ve never seen mother so angry.’
Caster puffed out a long breath and wiped his forehead then raised his brow and grinned. ‘Me neither.’ He started chuckling. ‘I thought she was going to hit me!’ Slapping Jace’s arm, he encouraged him to sort out the horses.
‘Best let her ride Betsy, she’s a plodder, and isn’t likely to get startled by anything.’
Jace nodded. ‘You’re right. I’ll check all the horses and be back later for supper.’
Caster stood alone in the hall. Brushing his hands over his head, he drew out a long breath then laughed. What the hell had just happened? Now he just had to make everything right between Ellanor. Where to start? He did know one-thing; he had some serious groveling to do.
Ellanor huffed and sorted her clothing. Stuffing it into the hold-all, her body trembled. Still trying to calm herself, she couldn’t believe what just happened. How could Caster not want her to go? Shaking her head, she took a few deep breaths. She walked over to the window, and gazed out into the mist covered hills. She loved her home, her life; pleased with the way everything had turned out, after the early years of being so unhappy, she sighed.
A knock on the bedroom door, interrupted her thoughts. Turning around, she watched Caster poke his head around the door. She quickly returned to look out of the window. She didn’t want to talk to him at this moment, she was still furious.
‘Ellanor, may I come in?’
Caster watched her, he knew she wasn’t happy and it bothered him that he’d hurt her. Closing the door after edging his way into the room, he shoved his hands deep into his trouser pockets and took a few, slow steps towards Ellanor.
‘I’m sorry my love. I didn’t mean to upset you. You were right to insist on coming with us. I realize that now.’
Reaching his hand to her arm, he gently brushed a finger across her shoulder. ‘Can you forgive me?’
Caster waited patiently. He traced his finger along her shoulder then sliding his hand beneath her hair; he twisted a long tress around his fingers and edged a little closer. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but feared he’d get a slap; and he would deserve it.
Ellanor felt his gentle touch against her shoulder and closed her eyes. She was upset now, rather than angry. He’d wounded her, and she appreciated he may not have intended too, but she was still
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