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Did her shoulders slump the merest bit?
Clenching his teeth and clasping his hands until they grew numb, he braced himself for the worst.
“What does it say, Lilly?” he asked softly, taking care to keep any alarm or concern from his tone.
“Here. Read it for yourself.” She passed the less-than-crisp, travel-worn paper to Zander.
The Registrar’s Office of Cambridge University regrets to inform you
that, without the specific year of reference, it is not possible to definitively
identify which former students were awarded First Class Honors or held
the title of Second Wrangler. Our records are meticulously kept and
organized by academic year, and the distinctions of First Class Honors and
Second Wrangler are conferred annually to multiple students. Therefore, to
provide accurate information, we kindly request the relevant year or
additional details pertaining to the period in question.
“Not particularly helpful, is it?” Zander lifted his regard to meet her troubled gaze as he refolded the letter and passed it back to her.
Relief sluiced through him.
Shouldn’t he be a little upset at least?
His memory still had not returned.
He did not know who he was.
Yes, but he had this time with Lilly, and that mattered more than either of those critical details.
“No, it is not.” She presented her profile, gazing out the window. “So, it seems we are back to where we started. Now what?”
Twenty
Still in Lilly’s chilly office
After several unusually loud tick-tocks of the clock
Studying Lilly, Zander canted his head.
Was she relieved or disappointed?
Truth be told, he was both, but what he felt more than anything was adoration for this extraordinary woman.
Surely God would not let him fall in love with this unique, intrepid, and wholly remarkable woman if he were already wedded.
That would be too cruel.
Nevertheless, he had crossed the mark by kissing her in the dining room.
He would not declare himself until he knew for certain that he was a free man.
That would not be honorable or fair to her or his wife—if she existed.
