Chapter Nine
Bethany woke early and slipped out to the shower, leaving her husband to lie in. She had kissed his forehead and he had lightly stroked her arm and smiled without opening his eyes. His fatigue after so many recent trips had caught up with him and he needed to rest before his imminent return to France that afternoon. She was glad she couldn’t rouse him. She had clock-watched since the early hours, willing it to reach a decent enough time for her to rise. It wasn’t him she was trying to escape. It was her guilt.
The previous night’s lovemaking had been closer to her ideal than anything he had shown before. It wasn’t quite there and she had been required to use her imagination to fill in the gaps. There had been traces of an understanding of her needs and she was convinced that
