TWENTY-FIVE
“IN HIS BUNK” meant sleep. No way she’d let Daire slumber wrapped in memories of them. Stripping the bed, Tess made it with fresh sheets. Maybe he’d take it as altruism. Their intimacy could be the last thing on his mind; Daire could be gay for all she knew. Danny wasn’t his true self. Somehow being s*x obsessed didn’t seem like the disciplined Daire’s style. No way.
Whatever. It made her feel better to erase as much of “them” as possible. Scrubbing both of their memories would be the ideal, but she had to make do.
While she tidied up and collected the laundry, H stayed outside. With another mouth to feed, they’d have to go into town for groceries. Fine by her. She wanted an excuse to get away from the Beast anyway. Coming to terms with the turnaround of her life wasn’t easy
