Haunted Summer

by Joanna Mansell

  'So are you,' she retorted, rubbing with her hand at a sooty smudge on his face.

  Nathan turned his head and kissed her fingers. Then he lightly bit them.

  'I think we'll take a bath—together,' he said thoughtfully. 'Then we'll have a long sleep—together. And when we wake up...'

  'Yes?' she said a little breathlessly, as he stopped nibbling at her fingers and instead lightly stroked the small curve of her breast.

  'Then we'll think of some very interesting ways to pass the rest of the day,'

  he told her huskily.

  And that sounded to Rose like the perfect way to spend the next twenty-four hours. In fact, it seemed that the rest of her life was going to turn out to be unexpectedly perfect.