Murder on the Moor - C. S. Challinor [66]
“I will never get on a horse,” Rex said, waving them off. “They are the scariest of all God’s creatures. I must suffer from acute hippophobia.”
Helen laughed. “It’s hard to imagine you on horseback,” she agreed.
The sun peeped out between gray-tinged clouds, brightening up the landscape in a final effort before evening, and reviving Rex’s spirits. “Alone at last,” he said, watching the last of the vehicles disappear from sight. He breathed a deep sigh of relief.
“Not quite,” Helen replied, looking up the road, where a battered gray van was cresting the hill toward them.
Shielding his eyes, Rex squinted at it. “Well, I’ll be …It’s the McCallum brothers come to fix the radiator.”
“Wonders will never cease.”
“Och, I’ll never get a chance to give you this, it seems. Best open it now.” He delved into his pocket and handed Helen a small blue velvet box, which he had purchased in Edinburgh and been planning to give her over the weekend at a propitious moment.
“What is it?” she asked, cornflower blue eyes flashing up at him in excitement.
“Open it and see.”
“Oh! Rex, you didn’t!” she said snapping open the box.
Inside, embedded in navy moiré silk, sparkled a diamond ring, its setting in the shape of a heart.
the end
About the Author
Born in Bloomington, Indiana, and now residing permanently in Florida, C. S. Challinor was educated in Scotland and England, and holds a joint honors degree in Latin and French from the University of Kent, Canterbury, as well as a diploma in Russian from the Pushkin Institute in Moscow. She has traveled extensively and enjoys discovering new territory for her novels.
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