Chapter Eighteen
While Caroline was whispering at one end of the house, in the bedroom at the other end, Lizzy and Harry were talking.
“It’s nearly sorted, I promise” said Harry in a soothing tone. He was sitting on the bed in his dressing gown, watching his wife potter around the bedroom, hanging up clothes and retrieving discarded underwear.
Lizzy walked over next to him and flopped back on the bed with her arms over her head. The t-shirt she wore slid up revealing a strip of firm flesh above her jeans.
Harry leaned forward and traced his finger across the warm skin. “I think you did the right thing, staying home today. Just give me another few days.”
“OK.” Lizzy smiled, putting her hand over the top of his and guiding it under the t-shirt to her n*****s. She wriggled allowing the s
