Delia came down the grand staircase, her heart beating a little faster with every step. She saw him standing in the main hall, looking out the large front window. He turned as he heard her approach.
"You came," she said, her voice soft.
Eric's tired, worried expression from the last two days was gone, replaced by a warm, genuine smile. "You called," he replied simply.
She took his offered coat, her fingers brushing against his as she did. The simple touch sent a jolt of awareness through her. They walked to the drawing room together and sat down, a comfortable silence settling between them.
"So," Eric began, breaking the quiet. "What have you been up to these past two days?"
Delia smiled, a real, happy smile. "I went out with Grandma," she said. At his surprised look, she explained, "Her Grace, the Dowager Duchess. She told me to call her Grandmother from now on. We are going out again today, too."
"Oh?" Eric asked, looking pleasantly surprised. "What's the occasion?"
