grunted under his breath, forcing his thoughts in another direction—toward lunch because he was ravenous.
Near the door of the restaurant, Agatha stopped suddenly. She glanced behind, squeezing his arm.
“What is it, honey?”
“Nothing—just a shadow.” She smiled up at him a bit too brightly. “And a chill.”
A chill on a July afternoon! “Are you well?”
“Of course. Although, I wish people were not staring at us as if we’d just tumbled from the moon.”
“They’ll get used to it,” he said, leading her to his favorite table in a bay window overlooking the street. “All they need is a little time.”
“Like us, I suppose.”
He pulled out her chair. After she was seated he took the one across from her.
“I hope it wasn’t fear of me that gave you a chill, Agatha. You have no need to fear me.”
She removed her gloves slowly, one then the other while she held his gaze. “It wasn’t you.”
Probably not. A woman who was uneasy in his presence would not look at him so steadfastly.
“There was a shadow. It shifted suddenly and reminded me of my nurse, Hilda Brunne.”
Shadow was a good way of describing Brunne. He’d only seen her a couple of times and only once close up, but he knew her to be a dark soul.
“I imagine, given time I won’t see her lurking in dim places.”
“It’s a shame they never found her body. It might be easier for you if they had.”
“I suppose when I come to the point that I find her body inside of me, lay her to rest in my soul, I guess I mean, then it will be all right.”
“Did you get any sleep this morning?”
“Strangely, yes. I slept quite well.” For some reason that made her blush. “How did you sleep?”
His wife looked pretty with a pink tint in her cheeks. It made her eyes look greener, her hair a more vibrant red.
“Not well, I’ll confess. There was a something gnawing at me and I couldn’t let it go.”
“Life has dealt us a change. It’s no wonder you were restless.”
“It’s not that. I think we’ll make a go of it.” He reached across the table, traced the lines of her palm, then squeezed her hand in reassurance. Of course he wasn’t sure which of them he was reassuring. “What were you doing working for the circus, Agatha? Last time I saw you, you could barely walk. Does your sister know where you are? I can scarce believe she allowed you to leave home alone.”
“You need not have lost sleep over that, William. First of all, even though I was dressed the part, I am not a coochie girl or anything of the sort. I worked in the chuck wagon helping to prepare meals. Second, as you see, I can walk. And as for Ivy allowing me? She is my sister, not my keeper.” She folded her hands in front of her, leaned forward. “I’ll admit, she wasn’t happy about my choice. But I didn’t come alone. Laura Lee, one of the kitchen girls at the Lucky Clover, came with me.”
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