She pressed his fingers with her own.
‘I know. I could tell, the moment I saw you.’
‘God, is it that obvious?’
She laughed softly. ‘Only to me. You look exactly as you did that summer day by the river, when you stared across the lawn at me, and I thought: “Oh, there he is.” And then later that night, when you woke up after we’d made love for the first time. The look that tells me you’re making a promise.’
Seb lifted his fingers so they intertwined with hers.
‘A promise to do what?’
Meriel smiled.
‘To restore me with your love.’
She managed to blink back the tears that suddenly threatened to overwhelm her.
‘And the thing is, my darling Seb, that’s exactly what you’ve done.
‘You’ve restored me.’
Acknowledgements
Grateful thanks to my editor Suzanne Baboneau for her iron-fist-in-velvet-glove technique of keeping me to deadline, and my literary agent Luigi Bonomi for his iron-fist-in-iron-glove alternative. Without them none of my novels would have got past their prologues.
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