“’Tis for you, my lady.” He definitely could read the surprise in her green orbs.
“What is this for?” She took the box.
“A peace offering.” He watched as she deftly unwrapped the present.
“Oh, Dillon.” She held the leather bound book in one hand while running the other over the engraved letters of the title, Lyrical Ballads. “’Tis beautiful.”
“’Tis the newest book of poetry by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and William Woodsworth.”
“I love poetry,” she stated.
“’Tis my way of apologizing. I hope you can forgive me for the fight we had.”
“The fight was not the problem.” She met his eyes. “All married couples fight.” The kiss hung heavy between them.