Kate’s in bed, the sheet pulled over her t-shirt and baggy shorts. Cool, easy to sleep in. It’s not like she needs sexy nighties. Their bed has become a place for sleeping, reading, relaxing after the hard day is done.
Dominic’s next to her, staring up at the ceiling.
‘Dom? Are you okay?’ He’s not, she knows, and nor are they, but it’s something to ask, to try to get a little closer to him.
He pats her thigh absently. ‘I’m fine. Let’s go to sleep.’
She wishes suddenly, fiercely, that he would leave his palm there, warm on her leg.
Warm and wanting, yet her mind is wandering, moving closer and closer to thoughts of tomorrow and going to see Noah. And Mr Bill.
Will he be there? Kate doesn’t know whether to hope that he will be or pray that he won’t. Thoughts of Dominic’s hand, of Mr Bill and his strong body, melt into one. Kate closes her eyes.
Mr Bill has no place in her life. Noah is the only one who matters. That’s what Kate tells herself as her breathing deepens.