Chapter Four
Their flight was late at night and the street was full of sharp shadows when the taxi arrived for the forty-five minute journey to the airport. Laura was wearing boots and a long coat, fully buttoned against the evening chill. She and Ian sat quietly in the back, each staring out of their respective side windows at the dark drizzle.
Without looking around Laura reached out and placed her hand high up on her husband’s thigh. He flinched in surprise, looking down and then quickly up at the driver, to check whether he had seen the movement in his rear view mirror. If the man had noticed, he gave no sign, even as Laura began to casually caress the emerging bulge in Ian’s jeans.
Suddenly she turned to face him. Leaning in close and without missing a beat, she swapped hands to co
