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threw it right up in the air,” he laughed. “Typical girl, throwing it underarm so hard your feet left the ground.” He shook his head lightly at the memory and smiled. “It was a fun day…” He trailed off, and then gave himself a little shake. “Right,” he said determinedly, crossing his arms. “I’m going to have a nap. Wake me up when we get home.” With that, he closed his eyes and was silent for the rest of the journey.
    Later that evening, having enjoyed a long soak in the bath, I walked into the sitting room to find him on the phone. He looked up and saw me and said immediately, “Well, Mia’s here now so I better go. Bye now.”
    “Who was that?” I asked, rubbing my wet hair with a towel as I sank on to the sofa.
    “My mum, they’re going to Kenya tomorrow, on safari.”
    “God, my mum’s in Miami, yours is off to Kenya. There’s something wrong with this picture.” I smiled. “Why did yousay you had to go because I’d come back in? She’s going to think I have a problem with you talking to her. She already doesn’t like me.”
    He frowned. “She loves you, don’t be stupid. I said I had to go because…well, I’ve messed up, Mi.”
    I stopped drying my hair. “What have you done? I knew you were looking shady when I came back in just then!”
    “Yeah well.” He shifted awkwardly in his seat. “I forgot to tell you we’re supposed to go to my cousin’s wedding in my mum and dad’s place. Family representatives and all that. I said yes ages ago—sorry.”
    “Oh, Pete,” I sighed. “When is it?”
    “Next week I think, maybe the week after.”
    “Is there a present list?”
    “No idea.”
    “Well, we need to know, Pete, we can’t just turn up without—”
    “Okay, okay,” he cut across me tiredly. “I’ll sort it.”
    I nodded and picked the phone up to put it back in its holder. Then it occurred to me that of course he wouldn’t sort it and I might as well do it now before his mum went on holiday. Standing up to go and put the kettle on, I dialed 1471 and hit three. As I walked toward the kitchen it began to ring.
    “Hello?” said a voice.
    “Shirley?” I was a bit confused, it didn’t sound like her at all. “It’s me.”
    “Er, this isn’t Shirley. I think you might have the wrong number.”
    “Oh, I’m so sorry!” I said immediately. “Sorry to disturb.” I hung up. How the hell had I managed that?
    I decided to just dial instead and was tapping the number inas I wandered back into the sitting room. Pete sighed as he saw me. “Who are you ringing now?”
    “Your mum,” I said. Bugger, he’d made me tap the last number in wrong. I started again.
    “Don’t bother now,” Pete said irritably. “She’ll keep you on there for ages.”
    Seeing as Shirley had barely said more than a paragraph to me in three years, I somehow doubted that. I gave him a funny look and frowned. “I’ll just be five—” I started, but quick as a flash he was off the sofa and wrestling the phone away from me.
    He flung it behind him, grabbed me passionately and for some reason best known to himself growled in a mock-Russian accent, “You vill do as I say, voman! I vant you to myself!”
    I’d squealed in delighted shock and we fell to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. Then he kissed me again. A deep, urgent kiss. I felt my hands curl up around the back of his neck. He began to lightly suck my bottom lip, then pulled away and slipped my dressing gown off. His hands were touching my skin, still damp from the bath.
    I got carpet burns, but not once did I take my eyes off him. It was sexy as hell to watch him and know it was me making him feel that good. I delightedly watched the man I loved, eyes closed, hoarsely breathing, “Oh God, oh God, what are you doing to me?” as he began to lose control.
    Later in bed, sleepy and peaceful, I watched him dozing. I looked at his eyelashes, the slope of his nose, his lips. How many times had those lips kissed me?