FORTY-FIVE
For a moment, the sun came out from between the clouds and they strolled along the banks of the River Dee, crossed the bridge to the far side, sat on a bench and said nothing. Brigit closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder and Johnny smiled, the sensation stirring in his loins pleasant and welcome. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so emotionally close to someone.
Of course, he knew it couldn’t last. What had happened was all because of the upheaval and heightened passions of the past days. Adrenalin, fear, they do strange things to the body. The physical aspect of their relationship, the almost violent coupling of their bodies, was all down to the suddenness of it all – inner tension needing release.
It couldn’t be anything else.
The recurring problem o
