Bradley whistled to himself as he poured two cups of coffee and carried them to the breakfast bar. He’d cut up some fruit and had a large bowl of yoghurt and a plate of fresh croissants from the local bakery already waiting. Despite the late night, he was in good spirits and planning a relaxed day with his beautiful wife. Maybe lunch out somewhere nice.
‘What are you doing?’
He hadn’t heard Carla come downstairs. She stood in the doorway, still in her dressing gown which was so rare that he worried she was ill. Perhaps she’d not slept well with him being out until the early hours of the morning.
‘Breakfast. And fresh coffee if you’d like some?’ He crossed the floor and gave her a kiss on the cheek. ‘Feeling okay?’
‘A bit tired. But I should shower and dress first…’
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