You love her very much, don't you?" Richard couldn't have been taken more off guard if Kendrick had plowed his fist into his belly. "By the saints, nay," he gasped. "Then you won't mind if I kiss her this afternoon-" "Do and your life ends," Richard growled. Kendrick's eyes twinkled merrily. "Pitiful, de Galtres. Truly pitiful." "I do not love her," Richard said curtly. Oh, that was all he needed-for Kendrick to spread that tale from one end of the isle to the other. Kendrick sobered instantly. "Truly?" "Truly." "Then, for pity's sake, say nothing of it," Kendrick said in a low voice, "for she, my friend, loves you dearly. So much, I vow, that it pains me to watch the way you treat her." "Treat her? What's amiss with how I treat her?" "Have you ever smiled at her?" Richard was silent. "Given her a kind word?" "Several." "I doubt it. That isn't how you keep a woman, Richard." "I don't care about keeping her," Richard said, but he knew it was a lie. "Then let her go." Richard looked heavenward, but found absolutely nothing to say. "Be good to her, Richard." "Or you will?" Richard demanded.
( Lynn Kurland )
[ The More I See You ]
www.QuoteSweet.com