Chapter 31
After his c****x, Henry collapsed on top of Caro like a beached whale; there was no point in lying to himself and pretending the maneuver had been executed with anything resembling grace or aplomb.
Tonight had been the most wonderful, most excruciating night of his life. Wonderful for obvious reasons—he had made love to Caro, his Caro.
Excruciating because this would be the only night he got to make love to her.
Every time his mind had started down that path, the agony that rushed to greet him was consuming. He would not have thought it possible to feel complete happiness and abject misery in equal measures.
But then Caro would smile at him, would say one of her characteristic coy remarks, and he couldn’t help but smile back. And he had finally realized something.
The impo
