Page 46 of No Ordinary Love
“Ah.” It was a sigh of relief. “I thought when we came here that you would want to stay. I thought you were getting tired of London and were about to suggest opening acountry practice or something horrific like that.”
Yes, he had felt a bit that way when they had come. He smiled now at the memory. It seemed rather incredible.
“I think I was meant to come here,” he said, “just to discover what it is I really do want of life. A week has beenquite long enough.”
“And you want London?” she said. “You are quite sure, John? It is not just because of me?”
“I made another discovery too,” he said, turning to take her into his arms. “I want you more than anyone else oranything else in this life. I love you, Allie. Why do thosewords always sound so inadequate?”
“They sound quite adequate enough to me,” she said, sounding almost shaken. “John. Oh, John, I have felt allweek that it is true. It has been the most wonderful weekof my life. But when we came here I was afraid. I don’tknow of what, exactly. We came here to get engaged. I justfelt—well, as if you were not quite sure.”
“We were meant to come here,” he said, tightening his arms.
He was going to tell her then. All week he had been debating with himself whether he should. It was surely tooincredible to be believed. But all week it had been becoming incredible even to him. Sometimes he had thought hemust have imagined it all, become too involved in his ownresearch into family history.
But he should tell her anyway. Perhaps she would believe that the John Chandler who held her now and loved her totally was not quite the John Chandler who had come here from London with her a week ago.
The trouble was that when he tried to form the words in his mind with which to tell the story, he could not for thelife of him remember what story it was he had been goingto tell.
He drew back his head and kissed her instead.
If it was important, it would come back to him, whatever it was. It could not be very important or he would haveremembered.
