they slowed the horses to a trot.
âLetâs ride over to where thereâs plenty of wild grass, and the horses can graze.â
Melinda followed his lead but remained astride Anna Belle until Evan dismounted his own horse and circled around to help her down. She loved the safety and warmth of his broad hands as they held her waist and lowered her to the ground. She tipped her head back to meet his eyes. âThank you, Evan.â
âMy pleasure. Our time together is the best part of my day.â A golden glint twinkled in his brown eyes, and she wished the moment would go on forever. He grasped her hand. âOver here. So far there are only two nests, but in a few weeks there will be many more.â His voice brimmed with undeniable excitement.
Melindaâs desire to remain with him on Bridal Veil washed over her like a tidal wave, and she forced back the threat of tears. How she longed to share in his pleasure today, as she so often had, but unless they developed a plan for their future together, she would experience little joy this day.
He gestured toward the nests and turned to look at her. âWhatâs wrong? Sea turtle nests are nothing to cry about.â His words mingled with the high-pitched cawing of the seagulls along the shore, and he stepped closer. He pulled her to his side. âTell me why youâre so sad.â
The pain in her heart had become so heavy that it seemed to sink to the depths of her stomach. Didnât he understand that unless something was done, she would leave tomorrow morning? Perhaps she needed to clarify, but she had expected so much more from him. That he would sweep her off her feet in a magnificent embrace and tell her heâd never let her out of his sight again; that he would hold her close and speak of his undying love; that he would propose marriage and her long days as Mrs. Mifflinâs companion would be over.
âIâm sad because I donât want to leave Bridal Veil. I donât want to leave you.â She waited for his response and silently prayed, Please, Lord, let him hear my despair and say the words I long to hear.
âI know. Every year you say you donât want to leave, and every year I wipe away your tears and tell you I will write and that it will be time for you to return before we know it.â He smiled and looked at her as though his words should resolve her sadness. âEverything will be fine.â
âNo it wonât!â Several startled terns took wing as she shouted her reply.
He watched the birds take flight. âNo need to shout. I can hear you.â
âIâm sorry.â Her stomach churned as she turned her back toward him. She immediately felt guilty for her harsh response. âThis early departure took me by surprise, and I feel as if my world is falling apart. I donât want to leave you, Evan. I lost my parents, and now I feel as though Iâm losing you, as well.â
He cupped her cheek and wiped away a tear. âMy sweet Melinda, I know how hard the loss of your parents has been on you, but the miles separating us arenât permanent. The time will pass quickly, and soon youâll be back on the island, and we can be together again.â
âBut for how long?â
Melinda noticed the perplexed look in his eyes. It was clear he didnât understand that she loved him and wanted to make her home on Bridal Veil Island, that she longed to work alongside him and be a true helpmeet. Had he not learned that much about her during the four winters sheâd lived on the island?
Perhaps the clubhouse maids were correct. Theyâd often spoken about a manâs inability to understand a woman and her feelings. But Melinda had always thought Evan was different. The two of them could talk about everything. At least thatâs what she had thought.
Each winter they spent all of their free time together, either walking or riding the fifteen-mile length of the