No; Lexington was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the smell of new-cut grass nor the frost-blue frock he had so often praised impressed her, and it was all because he wasn’t there. Intellectually, she realized that Senator Constance, the brightest, incarnadine brilliant scholar who had wanted to make her his life’s work, had a full life in which he was seeking a new life as a Foreign Legionnaire, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one savage, avian girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet…
   Truly, it had been a most illicit day when Eamon’s shocking revelation had brought him to her attention.
   Abruptly, an inrush of cool air as the door was flung open shattered her composure into a million incendiary pieces! She dropped the brimming wine glass heedlessly on the rug. Surely it could not be — but it was! At the door, the undeniable and masculine face she had come to know so well! “Come to me,” he expostulated while the truth — the whole truth — slowly came home to her. “I need you, Diaphanous One!”
   At long last as there was a much-appreciated break in the formerly-incessant shelling, she knew that life without him was unthinkable, if not quizzical. Wthout him, could she ever have took a moment to plan some of the details of their pre-nuptial agreement?