his head
bent down
toward
hers. With
rapture,
Scarlett
took two
running
steps
forward
but was
checked
when
Will’s
hand
closed
upon her
skirt.
“Don’t
spoil it,”
he said
quietly.
“Turn me
loose, you
fool! Turn
me loose!
It’s
Ashley!”
He did not
relax his
grip.
“After
all, he’s
her
husband,
ain’t he?”
Will asked
calmly
and,
looking
down at
him in a
confusion
of joy and
impotent
fury,
Scarlett
saw in the
quiet
depths of
