Epilogue
A few months later, Algiers
a€?I am told I must call you a€?sira€? now.a€? Crispin sighed dramatically. He leaned on the rail of the little balcony of Alexa€?s apartments looking out over the bay. A fresh wind blew off the water as the two friends said their farewells.
Alex nodded, smiling. a€?It was something of a surprise. London moved pretty quickly.a€? He shot a sidelong glance at his friend. a€?I wonder if your brother had something to do that.a€?
Crispin made a noncommittal gesture with his shoulders. a€?Maybe. I happened to mention something to Peyton about your latest exploits in my last letter home.a€?
a€?Well, thank you. Susannah and I will be moving to the consulate in Cairo in a few weeks. It will be good to be home and among my family.a€? Alex confessed.
Crispin elbowed him good-naturedly. a€?I told you youa€?d come out of this like a hero.a€?
a€?What about you? How will you come out of this?a€? Alex asked.
a€?Ia€?m headed home, by way of Greece. But headed home, nonetheless. Ita€?s time.a€?
Alex nodded. Crispin had received news of an inheritance a while back and had dawdled over claiming it. There were issues to settle with his brother, Peyton, and issues to settle within himself that had delayed his going home. Cris didna€?t talk much about it, but Alex knew he struggled with his own sense of identity. A man couldna€?t wander alone forever.
He knew that better than anyone now that he had Susannah. The sun sank low over the harbor and Crispin turned from the railing. a€?Ia€?ll go now and leave you to your lovely wife.a€?
They embraced as brothers and Alex saw him downstairs, laughing when Crispin mounted up on the a€?stolena€? black stallion. a€?Did you ever name the beast?a€?
a€?I named him Sheikh. Seemed fitting.a€? Crispin winked and set off down the street.
It would be the last time in years that Alex would see Crispin. But his future lay upstairs in Susannaha€?s arms and he took the steps two at a time.
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Susannah waited for him, listening for his footsteps on the stairs. He would be lonely when he returned. But she would see to it that he would not be lonely for long. In his absence, shea€?d lit candles in the bedroom and unbound her hair. She slipped on a dressing gown of thinnest linen, knowing full well the effect of the material in the candlelight and the effect on him.
She heard him enter the apartments and call her name.
a€?Ia€?m in here, my love.a€? Susannah moved to the doorway, her hands outstretched, reaching for him. He was handsome in the flickering light, the candles illumining the leonine hues of his hair. She felt her need for him rise. In the months since their marriage, the hungry edge of their passion had not ebbed as she had thought it would, nor had it mellowed with the ordinary pace of days.
She took his hands and drew him to her and through the door to their bedchamber. She was fast learning there was nothing ordinary about life with Alex Grayfield. In bed or out, he was an extraordinary man with whom shea€?d found a passionate and intellectual partnership.
a€?Come, I have wine and cheese.a€? She pushed him gently down to the big bed and shrugged provocatively out of the dressing gown, letting it slide down the length of her body, reveling in the naked desire that sprang to life in her husbanda€?s eyes.
She came to him, straddling him, stripping away his garments until his body was bare before her. Susannah reached for the decanter of wine. Alex raised his eyebrow in sensual query. She smiled in answer. a€?Wine is good for other things than drinking.a€? She poured out a bit onto his body and bent her head to him, loving him the way he loved her a€“ the way everyone wants to be loved in their life.