Amber Lynn Perry Quote
Tell me something about you I don’t know. Heavens, Nathaniel, I’m sure you know everything. I do not. He rested his elbow on his one raised knee, while the other leg folded underneath it. If I did, then I would have known all about the infamous James Pigley, so I must assume there are more secrets to you that need discovering. Secrets? Her voice cracked. Chest heaving, she turned away. Did he have to use such a word? She struggled to find something within her stalled mind to ease the suffocating silence. Come now Kitty, don’t play coy with me. Nathaniel’s inviting timbre woke her from the shadows. The playful glint in his face pulled a full smile from her lips when he continued. Here is what I know of Miss Katherine Campbell formerly of Boston. She enjoys Shakespeare and is a gifted cook. I know she is fascinated with medicine and I know her political standings. She loves God and family... He grinned wider, a gentle kind of grin that sparkled in his eyes. But I desire to know more. The warmth in his stare eased around Kitty as real as if it had been an embrace, soothing away the tension that clung to her neck and shoulders. She leaned one hand on the ground and rested against it. You’re very kind, Nathaniel, but I don’t know what to tell. I’m quite ordinary. Ordinary? I should say not. Nathaniel reached for a small stick and played with it in his fingers before he snapped it in half and tossed the pieces in the water. He cast his eyes her direction and glared playfully. No matter. If you choose to be so demure then I shall ask questions. Do you enjoy the ocean? Aye, the seaside is very calming, but I don’t care for boats. He nodded with his lips pursed in thought. I’ll keep that in mind. Do you play an instrument? Nay, much to my mother’s disappointment. She sighed and looked heavenward with a tiny laugh, remembering the hours of practice that produced embarrassingly little results. Kitty sat up and hugged her knees. Do you enjoy reading? Nathaniel scowled. This conversation isn’t supposed to be about me. Well, do you? She grinned wider. He shook his head with a disapproving lift to his brow, but the smoldering grin expressed his merriment. I enjoy reading. Especially Milton. Milton? I adore Milton.
Tell me something about you I don’t know. Heavens, Nathaniel, I’m sure you know everything. I do not. He rested his elbow on his one raised knee, while the other leg folded underneath it. If I did, then I would have known all about the infamous James Pigley, so I must assume there are more secrets to you that need discovering. Secrets? Her voice cracked. Chest heaving, she turned away. Did he have to use such a word? She struggled to find something within her stalled mind to ease the suffocating silence. Come now Kitty, don’t play coy with me. Nathaniel’s inviting timbre woke her from the shadows. The playful glint in his face pulled a full smile from her lips when he continued. Here is what I know of Miss Katherine Campbell formerly of Boston. She enjoys Shakespeare and is a gifted cook. I know she is fascinated with medicine and I know her political standings. She loves God and family... He grinned wider, a gentle kind of grin that sparkled in his eyes. But I desire to know more. The warmth in his stare eased around Kitty as real as if it had been an embrace, soothing away the tension that clung to her neck and shoulders. She leaned one hand on the ground and rested against it. You’re very kind, Nathaniel, but I don’t know what to tell. I’m quite ordinary. Ordinary? I should say not. Nathaniel reached for a small stick and played with it in his fingers before he snapped it in half and tossed the pieces in the water. He cast his eyes her direction and glared playfully. No matter. If you choose to be so demure then I shall ask questions. Do you enjoy the ocean? Aye, the seaside is very calming, but I don’t care for boats. He nodded with his lips pursed in thought. I’ll keep that in mind. Do you play an instrument? Nay, much to my mother’s disappointment. She sighed and looked heavenward with a tiny laugh, remembering the hours of practice that produced embarrassingly little results. Kitty sat up and hugged her knees. Do you enjoy reading? Nathaniel scowled. This conversation isn’t supposed to be about me. Well, do you? She grinned wider. He shook his head with a disapproving lift to his brow, but the smoldering grin expressed his merriment. I enjoy reading. Especially Milton. Milton? I adore Milton.