It wasn’t the question he hated, but the tone. It was one used for an acquaintance.
“I had not given it consideration.”
“What of a clerk? I have never asked. Does a solicitor employ a clerk or secretary to assist?”
“I have not, though given how many times that I have had to redraft contracts and agreements for His Grace, it should be something I consider.” He tried to tease, but she did not respond.
“As you will no longer be working for my brother, I do not believe it is any longer necessary.”
“No, I suppose it will not be.”
“What is on your mind?” he finally asked.
She set her wine aside and drew herself up. “I think it is best that I leave Seaford.”
She had always intended to.
“Tomorrow.”
Demetrius was certain that his heart seized and for a moment he could not breath because of the pain. “Why? You were going to remain until Twelfth Night.”
“I was, but I do not believe it is necessary.”
“Why is that?” he asked slowly.
“I came here for me, as you recall. To discover why I was dissatisfied.” She looked down and a small smile graced her lips. “I learned more than I could ever imagine, and discovered myths can be true.” She looked up and met his eyes. “I found happiness and friendship, but it is now time that I return to my life. My family needs me and I could tell from Octavia’s letter that she was worried by my sudden departure from the family.”
“You will be off to Kent where they are?”
She shook her head. “No. I want to take time in London, alone, to ponder what I may do next, and before they all return.”
“You cannot ponder such matters here?”
He did not want her to leave. Not yet.
Not ever.
But he always knew that Lavinia could never truly be his.
“Thank you for everything, Demetrius.” Her eyes watered with her sad smile. “I will never forget this holiday or the hours I spent with you.” She lifted a finger to wipe away a tear. I hope that you will always know just how special you are and how much I admire and respect you.”
He pulled a handkerchief from inside his coat and handed it to her, which she used to wipe her eyes.
“If you find that you do not like being a solicitor in Seaford, I am also certain that Leopold would once again welcome your counsel.”
“I wish you were not leaving yet.”
“It is for the best.”
Perhaps she was correct. He was so deeply in love with her that he was already hurting and it would only get worse.
Demetrius set his glass aside and stood. “When do you leave?”
“Tomorrow morning,” she answered.
She stood and he assumed it was to walk him out.
“I would like to thank you as well. I have discovered what I needed.” He tucked a wayward curl behind her ear. “It appears that we found not only the answers we needed but so much more.” With that he leaned in and kissed her gently. “I will always remember this holiday fondly and with happiness and it is because of you.” He kissed her gently again. “I will miss you, Lavinia.”
