Chapter 14

But that was a bad idea. And he needed something to occupy his thoughts other than musing about what kind of underwear a woman like that would wear beneath her rather frumpy clothes.

In the end he forced himself to read a thriller—grateful for the novel’s rapid pace, which somehow seemed to suck him into an entirely believable story of a one-time lap dancer successfully nailing a high-profile banker for fraud. He was so engrossed in the tale that Pamela’s voice startled him, and he looked up to find her standing over him, her face all pink and shiny.

‘Mmm?’ he questioned, thinking how soft and kissable her lips looked.

‘Supper’s ready.’

‘Supper?’

‘You do eat supper?’

Actually he usually ate dinner—an elegant feast of a meal—rather than a large spoonful of glossy rice slapped on the centre of an earthy-looking plate. But to Theodore’s surprise he realised that he was hungry—and he enjoyed it more than he had expected.

Afterwards Pamela heaped more logs on the fire, and they sat there i