Zehra slept for much of the coach ride back the following morning. Lawrence was to blame. He had spent all night making love to her. She had collapsed near dawn from sheer exhaustion. It was true, one could have too much of a good thing. She nuzzled his shoulder as the coach rolled to a stop.

"Are you awake?" His tender voice made her want to sigh and burrow deeper into his arms.

"If I say no, can you have the coachman take us back to Richmond?" she asked ...