NIGEL
‘I should go,’ he said.
‘Why?’
‘Because if I stay, what will Harry think when he sees me leave in the morning?’
Helen snuggled in closer. ‘He probably won’t even notice. And if he does, so what? We’re all adults.’
‘I know, but I was an adult when I walked in on Dad.’
‘That was different. There’s a lock on my door. He’s not going to catch us in the act. And you saw your father with a strange woman when he was still married to your mother. Harry probably thinks we’ve been having sex for weeks. Or he doesn’t think about it at all. Most likely the latter.’
The noise of the wind was joined by the sound of heavy rain lashing against the bedroom window.
Helen held him closer. ‘And I’d be worried about you walking home. I’ve waited years to wake up with you, Nigel Farnham. I’m not letting you leave in this storm and get blown off a cliff.’
‘You know I snore.’
‘So do I. The joys of getting older. Anything else?’ She pushed herself up on her elbow so she could look at him. ‘Because if you’re genuinely regretting this, I’ll call you a taxi.’
‘No, nothing else. And I am absolutely not regretting this. My only regret is that we didn’t do this a long time ago.’
‘Me too.’ She kissed him tenderly. ‘Me too.’