“Shall we go?” Bradford asked as he led her out to the horses.
They mounted their horses and rode in the direction of the cottage. Laura knew the day was going to be incurably hot as the sun struck their backs. She was thankful for her earlier choice of gowns as they passed beyond the oaks. The gown’s light fabric kept her cool in the stifling heat.
They entered a short stretch of woods, dark and shaded under large oak trees draped with Spanish moss. The birds chirped happily. Nearby a woodpecker pounded on a small branch high above their heads.
Bradford turned in his saddle, shattering the peaceful moment by saying abruptly, “Tell me why this cottage is in your name, yet you seemed unaware of it.”
“I don’t see how that should concern you,” Laura replied coolly. As she spoke these words, she and Bradford left the shelter of the trees and were again in the dazzling sun.
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