8Molly was on her knees in the front flower border when a battered Renault swung into the driveway.
“Ben!” she cried, jumping up and running over.
He got out quickly, opened his arms with a grin, and Molly nearly bowled him over as she went to hug him. Laughing, they went inside, Bobo jauntily following behind.
“I didn’t expect you!” she said. “There’s nothing in the house to eat. I was trying…” she looked away, uncharacteristically embarrassed.
“Trying what?” asked Ben. He looked healthy and tan for someone who had been working at a desk for two weeks. His brown eyes were full of affection for Molly as she mumbled something about trying to lose a few pounds.
“Oh, chérie,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “Don’t do anything drastic, please, especially not on my account.” He lean
