The light hurt her tired eyes. Despite being exhausted after dinner, she hadn’t slept for ages after crawling into bed. This was unusual for her. She’d been sleeping for at least ten hours a day since Paul had walked out and normally had no problem falling asleep as early as eight thirty in the evening. At one time, she would have been horrified by the mere suggestion of being in bed before midnight. Not anymore. It had been lovely and warm in her bedroom, so she’d left off her thick baggy sweater, but as she passed through the vast hallway she began to regret not putting it on. She felt exposed without its all-encompassing comfort. Gideon was already in the kitchen, sitting at the scrubbed pine table reading a book. An appetizing smell of coffee hung in the air. He looked up when she came in. “Bloody hell! There was a woman inside those baggy clothes after all.
