“No,” she whispered. “Not nearly enough. Tell me again.”
And he did, for about half an hour, until the arrival of a nurse with a cup of chocolate for each of them, and strict instructions that Mrs Tenterden was to return to bed forthwith, pulled them reluctantly apart.
And later, the chocolate warm inside her, lying warm and relaxed in bed again, surprised to discover how grateful she was to be there, she looked up at him, again sitting beside her, and grinned a little wickedly, holding his hand against her cheek.
“Darling Miles,” she said. “Do you know something?”
“Mmm?” He smiled down at her with his eyes crinkled into a warmth that made her feel as safe and protected as a baby.
“I’m awfully glad you decided to be Max Cantrell.”
“Why? Was he a nicer bloke than Miles Tenterden?”
“No,” and she turned her face and kissed his fingers. “Because it’s so marvellous falling in love. And I did it twice – with the same man. So lovely and respectable to fall in love with a stranger who’s your husband – almost worth nearly being murdered for.”
She yawned suddenly and hugely.
“Almost worth it – but not quite,” and put her arms round her husband and kissed him in a very wifely manner indeed.
THE END
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