Taj pulled off his muddy boots, and pushed through an ivy curtain at the back door. Spring in Nuristan had come early this year, the garden bursting with new growth. Camila sat at the table, stuffing small plastic gift bags with toothpaste, toothbrushes and floss. Freebies for patients coming to the mobile dental clinic the following week.
She looked tired. Taj swept back the lock of fair hair escaping from her scarf and kissed her. Camila laughed, and pushed him away in mock distaste. ‘Can’t you wait until you wash up?’
‘No.’ Taj hungrily reclaimed her lips. As much as he loved his job, being away from Camila so much was pure torture. He released her, flushed and smiling. He wanted to take her to bed then and there.
Instead he went to the kitchen and washed his hands in a bowl at the s
