Fox kneeling was practically as tall as Claire standing, so she could look straight into his green eyes and see all the love and desire for her shining there. But Claire rationalized that if there was ever a time to be breathless it was when one was about to wholeheartedly accept a future one never imagined, but one that was just right anyway. He reached for her hand and gazed into her eyes. He smiled and strolled down the center aisle toward her. But it was a question she was keen to answer. It would not have anything to do with the analytical engine’s design or function or math at all. Fox was here! She had seen him arrive with her family and she’d been aware of them sitting quietly in the back, and probably bored to tears, but making a forceful demonstration of their support, which she appreciated tremendously.Īfter everything they had been through together, and the pleasures of the previous evening, she had a good idea what his question would be. Claire felt her hands tremble as she shuffled her papers together.
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