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I could slap on more makeup.
Ian pushed out of the couch and held his hand to me. “Up.”
I took his hand, he pulled me out of the couch, and we left the room.
Ian nuzzled me after we both finished, his big body covering mine in his bed.
Eventually, he rolled off, taking me with him.
He dealt with the condom, we both put our pajamas on, and we headed back to bed with me saying, “I’ll duck out and buy some more protection tomorrow. No one will care if I do it.”
He agreed by saying, “It’ll get you out of the house. And I need to go meet the investigator in town.”
He moved to the bed, but I went to the windows.
“Darling?” he asked after what I was doing.
I was opening the curtains at the two windows that were in his bedroom area.
I turned to him. “I just…I don’t usually have a problem with it, but I don’t want the dark. Will you have a problem sleeping with the moon shining in?”
“Not if it’ll mean you’ll sleep easier.”
He was the best.
I opened the curtains and met him in bed.
Ian turned out the lights and tucked me close.
Even after very nice orgasms, neither of us found sleep quickly.
But when I finally slept, for the first time in Duncroft, I did not dream.
Thirty-Five
THE BRANDY ROOM
Late the next afternoon, Portia and I returned from our outing.
We’d gone into the village for lunch at the tearoom, and Portia also stocked up at the chemist when we popped in there.
We then took off to the ruins of a local castle, which were not exactly close. They were on the coast. They were magnificent, the view even better, and it felt good to breathe the sea air and tramp around outside.
It had been a nice day, but when we were nearing the house, she said, “I love Duncroft. It’s stately and beautiful. But even though I know why Daniel asked me to stay, I don’t want to go back there.”
I understood what she was saying.
“Daniel wouldn’t let anything happen to you,” I assured.
At the same time I said this, what I didn’t say was I hoped that was true.
“I know,” she mumbled.
“You two seem to have worked it out,” I noted.
“He’s very sorry, and he promised he was going to sort himself out. The way he did, I believe him.”
And I hoped yet again, this time there was something to believe in.
