James saw me into the house. “I’ve some work to catch up on, sweetheart. You’ll be all right on your own, won’t you?”
“Of course.”
“How does curry sound for dinner?”
“Will you be cooking it?” I forced myself to tease him.
“No.” He threaded his fingers through my hair, and all I desired was to lean into his touch. “There’s that Indian place a few streets from headquarters. Lamb?”
“Yes, that sounds nice.” I started to turn away.
“Remy.” He waited until I met his eyes. “It will be all right. Try not to think so much.” A brief kiss, and the door closed softly behind him.
Problem was, all I could do was think.
The cleaning woman had been in earlier, and the mail was stacked neatly on the table by the door. I reached for it, then saw the note.
Sir,
Whilst dusting the chest of drawers i
