Chapter Fifty-Eight
“I’m off up to bed.” Francesca used her elbows to hoist herself from the couch. Then she got to her feet, her belly more rounded than it had ever been. “Are you coming? Or are you stopping down for a bit? I know it’s early.”
Since they reunited in Marble’s Marvels, Paul had been so attentive, their relationship was solid again. Even back in the early days he’d not been this loving. She held her hand out for him. “Come on. I’ll make it worth your while.”
Paul didn’t need asking twice; he took her hand and walked upstairs with her. On the landing, he went to the bedroom while Francesca went to the bathroom, preening herself.
Her husband stood in the doorway. “When we broke up, did you get together with Declan?” He waited for an explanation.
Spitting out toothpaste, F
