The coach waited for us in the mews behind the house and we set off for Henrietta Street, moving out of shadow into sunshine on Cheapside. I thought of our journey here the day before and how much had happened since. We sat side by side holding hands and I looked at him, finding his eyes already on me. ‘Absurdly, I keep wanting to thank you.’
‘Why? Yet if you must thank me then must I not thank you in return?’
When I smiled, his still had its way with me. Would it ever stop? ‘Thank you for loving me and making me so happy.’
‘Thank you for this too, amore mio.’ He squeezed my hand. ‘You think your papá will be at home?’
amore miopapá‘I would expect it. He doesn’t usually go to court until later.’ Was he apprehensive about the meeting?
He held my gaze. ‘Susannah, you spoke to Giuseppe t
