304 The Price In The End

      Delaney stared at her husband, unmoving except her eyes blinking against the light shining down from behind him.  She couldn't quite believe what she was seeing.  It was Vincent but not exactly the man she had been married to.  This was closer to the stunningly handsome face she had known before the war.

      She got to her feet, staring at him with wide eyes.  It was as if the weeks of being so ill hadn't happened.  He wore only a pair of breeches, the fabric like a second skin.  She took in the sight of the powerful muscles in his chest, shoulders, and arms.  Taking a step forward, she wondered if he was real.  Maybe this was only a dream.

      He looked down at her nervously as she stepped up to stand before him.  Her eyes moved slowly over his body, taking in every detail she could manage.