More Than A Dream. Emma Richmond

won’t stay late.’ Slipping off her shoes, he pulled the quilt across her and tucked it warmly at her side. Perching on the edge of the bed, he smoothed her unruly hair back with a gentle hand. ‘Get some sleep. I’ll give you a knock about seven.’

      ‘All right—and Charles?’ she called softly as he got up and walked to the door. ‘Thank you.’

      ‘Nothing to thank me for, Melly,’ he denied rather sombrely. ‘Nothing at all.’