Wilbur Smith - B3 The Angels Weep
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It left them both clinging to each other, speechless and barely able to breathe.
She brought him a mug of coffee once he had Bawu sailing again, and she perched on the edge of the cockpit with one hand on his shoulder.
"I want to show you something," he said.
He pointed at his bare leg that was thrust out in front of him on the deck cushion, and as she watched he wriggled his toes back and forth, then from side to side.
"Oh, darling," she husked, "that's the cleverest thing I've ever seen anybody do." "What did you call me?"he asked.
"Do you know something?" She did not reply to the question immediately. "I think that you and I are going to be all right-" Only then, she laid her cheek against his, and whispered in his ear, "I called you darling, okay?" "That's okay by me, darling," he replied, and locked in the yacht's self steering vane, so that he had both arms free to hold her.
The End