This was only their second full night together, the last being their wedding night. Yesterday evening they’d returned to the town house in mainly pensive moods. All except for Finella; she had been as happy as a grig. Morna wondered how the change would affect Cormac, yet she had the feeling Simon might know what to do better than she did. This morning was also the first time in years she’d felt completely happy. There would most likely be a scandal, but she didn’t care for herself, and it would all be over by the time Finella came out. Now that Simon was here, there was no reason to rush her daughter. Simon brushed a kiss on her hair. “You’re awake?” “I am.” She snaked an arm across his broad chest, holding him tightly to her. “Where do we start unraveling this mess my father caused?” “I have an appointment with my brother-in-law’s solicitor to-day. He was to attend me in Charlotte Square, but instead I’ll go to his office. The first thing to do is end your father’s guardianship of the children.”
