Will stared out at the lashing rain wondering how it was the weather could turn so quickly. He was up, washed, and dressed, but Dearne slept doggedly on, snoring softly as he lay sprawled on his back in the big bed. His hair was dark against the pristine linen and his face soft and young in repose. When he awoke, they needed to focus on unravelling the mystery surrounding him. The last few days had been a diversion, but they needed now to get back to the task in hand. Finding out who tried to kill him, who pretended he was dead, and who sold Denton Manor. Lolling around indulging in carnal pleasure wasn’t going to achieve that.
He went back to the bed and shook Dearne’s foot. “Wake up.”
Dearne grunted and pulled his leg up.
“We have work to do.”
Dearne moaned and rolled over.
“Dearne.
