If she had been married, surely she would have used her husband’s name or title when they were introduced, though.Why keep that information from a potential suitor?
He couldn’t recall their exact words that night at the Morganfield ball.He couldn’t even recall the words they had said to one another when they were in the gardens.
What he could remember was the intensity of the kiss they had shared.The profound sense of wonder he had felt.The look on her face when they had finally ended their elicit kiss and stared at one another as if their entire worlds had been turned upside down and inside out.
He could swear she was as surprised as he was by what had happened.Either that, or she was a very good actress, able to pretend she felt far more than she did whilst in his arms.
Earlier that day, she had gladly accepted the offer of his arm as they toured the area around the pyramids.He knew she had frequently directed her gaze on him, as if she wanted some sort of assurance he still held her in high regard.He had done everything in his power to act in a cordial manner, never giving away his suspicions nor encouraging her to speak her mind.
Coward, he thought.Had he simply asked as to her regard for him, Tom was sure Helen would have told him.He didn’t know if he was ready to learn more about Bradley, though.
Not sure what to believe, Tom downed his drink in almost a single gulp and sat back to listen to the conversation of the others around him.At some point, he would have to confront Helen with his suspicions.Ask her outright about her intentions.
But he knew he wouldn’t do so until he was sure about what he wanted.
