“(Nicholas)”Am I dead?”An odd question, but then she rememberd her mourning attire. “No sir, you are not.”He relaxed a moment, then turned his head slightly as if searching for other passengers. His brows dived in a scowl.Am I married?”She wasn’t sure how to answer. His kid gloves hid any evidence of his matrimonial state, but his expression of instantaneous alarm and regret suggested he was referring specifically to her. No sir, we are not.”

− Donna MacMeans −