Chapter Seven
Sunday; Later still
After the dinner things had been cleared, washed and put away, they sat together in the dining room gazing out at the dark garden, drinking coffee and the last of the wine.
Caroline watched Joe’s big hands with their slow, careful movements. Though he was a large man, fit and well-muscled he was never clumsy. She was no waif and it was always thrilling when he picked her up effortlessly. It appealed to the little girl in her, but also to her ego, her sexy cave woman / cave man, he-had-to-have-me-and-took-me, ego. Even if she did have to goad him into it.
Now was the time. She had to lay out her position clearly, no euphemisms, just straight talking. Time to get this over with. She took a deep breath and touched his shoulder.
“Joe, we need to talk seri
