<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Henry Stuart<br/><strong>Where:</strong>In a coach on the road<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Victoria Stuart<br/><hr/><br/>The roads beneath the coach had improved, they had turned onto a section that had become a part of Hank's repairs, he knew that he Inn wasn't more than half an hour away, Westinghouse a mere hour beyond that.<br/><br/>"I love you too." He replied, his breath caught in his throat as he looked at his sister, but for the first time he didn't see the young woman in a way that would stop him from kissing her yet again. His kiss moved to her collarbone as he sighed as his eyes returned to Victoria's.<br/><br/>"I am going to leave the disposition of Lady Stuart to your kind heart. If you deem her best served to live elsewhere, then we shall take up housing in either York or Albany and she may reside at Westinghouse, it was her home provided to her by Lord Greymore and I hold no claim to it. But if you find that all should remain, then I still desire to find a privacy with you that should be reserved for a wife and a husband."<br/><br/>Hank knew, so he thought, what he was saying and there was nothing in his words that he found wrong. All he saw was a woman that he knew would never betray his love for her. He knew he could forgive, but the question to which he had no answer was rather if he could forget.