Season's Feather

Chapter Twenty-Six

"I did not know you had siblings," Delilah said as she stood in the doorway to the sunroom where Williamson was sitting.

Williamson looked up in shock to see her but nodded his head quickly. He could feel the strain between them and frowned quietly. He did not want to be on bad terms with someone he had to come to view as a sister.

"Yes," he nodded, "Felicity and Thomas Aevery."

Delilah smiled, "So," she said when she came across to where the Lord was sitting, "It is going well then? Did Miss Edwina mention pall-mall? She did not appear to have much fun the other day. Well, I guess she couldn't have. We were all downright gladiatorial."

"Can the game be played another way?" Williamson asked.

Delilah shook her head, "I suppose not. I was surprised she played for as long as she did. Though it doesn't matter."

"Miss Edwina does not need to win a game in order to win my heart," Williamson smiled.

Delilah hummed, "Who are you and what have you done to Williamson?" The lord looked up at her. Delilah smiled and took a seat next to him, "You know, I have moved on from our argument the other day. You are like a brother to me, I do not wish to argue with you."

"I don't wish to argue with you either," Williamson replied.

Delilah smiled, looking out over the grounds, "Has this young lady truly won your heart?"

"You met her. You met her family. She is delightful, pleasant, and interesting. Even wise. What exactly are your objections, Delilah?"

"Well," Delilah stuttered, "I suppose I do not have any."

Williamson nodded at her with an aggressive nod of his head.

"If you say Miss Edwina is the one for you. If you say she is the one in whose presence you cannot properly think, or even, or even breath. If you say you feel that feeling." Delilah rambled.

"Feeling?" Williamson asked, "What?"

Delilah looked at him, her mind flashed to Anthony as she spoke, "The one that makes it impossible for you to look away from them at any given moment. It is as if the air around you is fresh and so cooling, it contradicts the burning in your blood. When that tug pulls and pulls and pulls in your heart. If that is the feeling you have with Miss Edwina, I am quite happy for you indeed."

Williamson was staring into space, "I could not have described it better myself."

But, he was lying to himself. Because it was not Edwina he was thinking about, it was Kate. And it messed with, but he would not marry her. He shook the thought away and tried to convince himself that it was Edwina that sparked the tug.

Though it wasn't. It was Kate Sharma.

That scared him.