Geordie sat in a wingback chair next to a grate with a small fire.
“Lizzie, I thought you decided not to come to me tonight. Come, sit by the fire. Here, let me help you out of your shoes.”
“Thank you. I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired.”
Geordie unrolled Lizzie’s stockings. “You have a hole in the toe.”
“I’m not surprised.” Lizzie sighed in contentment. Geordie was so good to her, always seeing to her comfort.
“Your cousin works you too hard. I wish you would let me set you up in a cottage. You could live in Danvers or Marblehead. I’ll visit whenever I can.” Geordie began undoing Lizzie’s corset. When she was in her shift, Geordie began nuzzling her neck.
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