Helen, who'd jumped out of bed and snatched the first letter from her desk so was still in her black and silver night gown, was almost stumped reading it.
"Far more tame than your first letter, lover," Helen whispered to herself.
Still, she smiled at the thought of her and Nikola conquering the new world. As she dressed for the day, in that dusty blue skirt and jacket that was so hard for Nikola to keep his long fingers off of when she wore it, she wondered what would have happened if he had asked her to say.
And, more importantly, what would have happened if she had said, "yes."