We seemed to have gone miles without a single word passing between us. I just sat there staring out of the window at the passing countryside. The triplets were all sound asleep in the back, no doubt thanks to the constant movement of the truck. I wasn’t thinking, just staring, when I felt the warmth of him. It was just a hint of heat, but it was enough to know he was trying to hear my thoughts. “If you want to know what I’m thinking, just ask.”
“Sorry, habit. You’ve just been very quiet,” He sounded apologetic, as though he had crossed a line. I chastised myself instantly. I wasn’t annoyed with him. If anything, feeling him again was comforting. Not realising how much I had missed the sensation until I felt it again.
“So have you. There’s not much to talk about.” It’s not like he hadn’t
