And what shocked him more than any of that was that he wanted it, too.
‘Why don’t you have a day out with Jane?’
‘What?’ She shifted forward on the sofa and stared down at him on the floor; he was lying at right angles to her with his hands linked behind his head and Libby sprawled asleep on his stomach.
‘You heard. I’ll look after the girls. We’ll be fine.’
‘Are you sure?’ she asked doubtfully.
‘Yeah, we’ll be great. Don’t you trust me?’
‘Well, of course I trust you. I’m just not sure you know what you’re letting yourself in for.’
‘Undiluted hell, I expect, but I’m sure we’ll all survive.’
She thought about it, and shook her head. ‘No. But I might meet her for a coffee,’ she suggested, toning it all down a little and going for something more manageable. ‘Besides, she’s got the baby, and the others will need dropping off at school and picking up again, and she’s always really busy. But I’ll ask her. When were you thinking of?’
‘Whenever you like. Tomorrow?’
Tomorrow was Monday. One week since he’d arrived. It was two days since they’d ended up in bed. And it had been incredible, but she was letting herself get too addicted to it, and there were other things to think about. Like him in London and her here with the children.
Still, it could work. Lots of couples did it.
But she didn’t want to! She wanted it all!
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