Chapter Five
Joe didn’t understand what was happening. He’d been supportive, gentlemanly and helpful, yet somehow he still seemed to be in trouble.
“Oh for God’s sake, think about it,” snapped Caroline.
They were upstairs in their bedroom, where she had dragged him, leaving the dinner preparations only half completed.
“She practically handed you ‘t**s on toast’ for breakfast this morning and now this!”
When Joe had arrived home earlier that evening he’d found Lizzy on the sofa in some discomfort. Apparently she’d fallen and hurt her ankle so he checked it out, wrapped a bandage around it and put her to bed with instructions to keep the leg elevated. He brought her an ice pack and a hot water bottle to apply alternately, and a glass of wine for the pain (always better than pills he rec
