Chapter Twenty Three
Rajiv & Anya
“How cringingly embarrassing for him,” an amused Rajiv laughed as he listened to Anya describe the events of the past hour. “He actually cried out your name?”
“Five times, by my reckoning,” she confirmed.
His protégé’s facility for simple calculation ensuring he laughed harder.
“My timing was perfect,” she congratulated herself. “I was sure he took to his bed earlier to do something more than just “Read. Suspicions I confirmed by a few evenings spent listening at his bedroom door.”
Rajiv was still chuckling.
“Knowing the time was right, it was not too difficult to sneak into the room unobserved with my tea tray and watch as he reached crisis – not, you understand, that there was tea in the pot anyway.”
Had Rajiv been able to see her he would have n
