But I couldn't wait.

It was horrible, Nan, just getting a few words over the 'phone twice a day to say how you were.

I had to see for myself." His eyes sought her throat where the lash of the hunting-crop had wealed it.

The mark had almost disappeared.

With a sudden, passionate movement he caught her in his arms and pressed his lips against the faint scar.
"Nan!" he said hoarsely.