Another kiss, and then she was out of the room. A minute or two later, he heard her opening and closing a couple of cabinets, and then the sound of water running as she filled up the teakettle.
Even though his head hurt and he was starting to notice a whole host of other aches and pains, probably from taking such a hard fall on a wooden floor, Will couldn’t help smiling a little at the mental image of Rosemary bustling around the kitchen, getting the kettle going. It wasn’t so difficult to imagine the two of them in there together, making a meal or possibly cracking open a bottle of wine as they discussed what had happened to each of them that day at work. A certain warmth filled him at that pleasant daydream, a realization that he wanted such a scenario to be much more than just a fantas
