Chapter 30
Beardley Lodge
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
8:36 a.m.
Tavish woke up with the first rays of the sun. He couldn’t remember when he had last slept so well.
His arm was slung possessively around Laetitia, and he ran his fingers over her thigh and stomach, spanning her tiny waist. When his hand moved to glide past her arms to cradle her breast, she stirred in her sleep, crossing her arms to protect her chest.
It reminded him of how she reacted when he had stared at her dressed only in her panties, and of his response. He rolled onto his back and put a hand under his head.
A myriad of thoughts crammed his mind, all concerning Laetitia: the calls that left her so unhinged; her past, which had been sad and lonely; her present, which she was entangled in and tiptoeing around; an
