TWENTY-SIX
Amlodd and Daphne sat at the small dining table beside a picture window at the end of her compact galley kitchen. She had a tiny but comfortable flat in Pimlico, and Amlodd felt settled almost immediately within the cosy feminine environment. It was early morning and they drank hot chocolate. It was something they shared a liking for, and Daphne would make it for Amlodd if they worked late. This was not an office and working chocolate, it was an intimate and very close chocolate, and this time they allowed their hands to touch, their eyes to meet and to hold each other’s gaze.
‘I can’t believe this has happened, Daphne.’
‘Well it has, Amlodd, believe it. I have loved you for a very long time and waited for you to be ready. You are ready, aren’t you?’
He nodded, gripped her h
