Khaat loved every part of Tuscany. The vineyards, the woods, the meadows, the whole estate made her forget for a moment how ugly the world was back in England. And the longer they were in Tuscany, the more she felt herself falling in love with Brian. And that put her in a dilemma. The more she fell in love with Brian, the more she found she was missing the joy of living.
And part of that was the potion. It numbed away the pain, but it was also numbing away the joy. She didn't like that either. Part of her wanted to rush to him, hide iin his arms and tell him everything and just take the chance that he wouldn't run away. And part of her was far too afraid.
Brian had pulled the horses back up to the house, and he dismounted. He looped the reins around a small sapling and tied Khaat's horse as well. "Here. Let me help," he said, reaching up for her. She reached down for him and he put his hands on her ribs and lifted her off. She looked up at him. He was looking at her. He had felt rib bones there, and he didn't like it.
"Lets go to lunch. The others are almost right here." He led her to a stone patio, across it and into a set of elegant lead crystal french doors to a large dining room, decorated in rustic Italian antiques. Alonzo met them.
"You're just in time, my friends," he smiled. "Lunch is just now ready. If you go down the hallway, there are two bathrooms, one for the gentlemen on the left and one for the ladies on the right. We presume people want to wash the dust off before they eat."
"I would," Khaat said.
"Take your stick," Brian reminded her, handing her her stick. Khaat took it and headed down the hallway.