They watched the turning colors of the sky until they faded to gray. 'Are the sunsets in Africa as beautiful?' Felicity asked. He stirred. 'Hm? Oh. They're different. The heat rises from the ground in waves.' He motioned with his hand. 'The lower the sun gets, the more the horizon seems to ripple and move, like it's alive. It's mesmerizing.' She freed her fingers and started back toward the house. 'I'm sorry all Cheshire sunsets have to offer are pretty colors.' Rafe watched her retreating backside, tired of the tension between them, and tired of the way he couldn't mention anything farther away than Pelford without upsetting her - even when she lured him into the conversation, as though to test his interest. 'Lis, stop that.' She turned and looked at him. 'Then stop preferring everywhere else in the world above Forton Hall.' He narrowed his eyes. 'I will, if you'll stop preferring Forton Hall above all the rest of damned creation.