Epilogue
It was Mary's evening off, Freya remembered as she and Theo entered the empty house later that evening, hand in hand. He turned her, catching her in his arms, and she murmured, 'You know, I think I'm hungry. Just let me shower, then I'll fix us something to eat.' 'You shower.' She felt him smile against her lips. 'I'll bring something up to the bedroom to appease your appetite.' And so he did; himself, champagne and two glasses, which was perfect, and Freya, already lying down against the satin-covered pillows, fresh from her shower and relaxed, 'Lovely, I'm starving!' and saw his eyes darken with desire, soften with something that came near to adoration. he turned away, telling her as he stripped off his T-shirt, 'I'll be two minutes under that shower, no more. By the time you've poure
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