8
George stroked a wayward strand of hair away from Cissie’s eyes and lazily leaned over to kiss the deliciously soft little spot of skin behind her earlobe. She snuggled deeper beneath the eiderdown and sighed with contentment. Rain pelted against the windowpanes and drummed heavily on the corrugated iron roof overhead. It was warm inside their cocoon. No reason to get up and out of bed early this Saturday morning. She could forget about their disagreement of the night before for a while when she felt his body squeezed firmly up against hers.
‘George?’
‘Mm,’ he murmured lazily.
‘If you do go to Australia with Scotty, promise me you’ll only be gone a week. I simply hate when you leave me on my own.’
George’s hand clamped firmly on to her shoulder, which she took to mean yes, even thou
