Naturally, because this was his life, the door refused to open. Ben took a long time to answer, thinking that he wanted the fifty years with her, wanted what that old couple had; laughter, affection, love and a whole lot of damn good sex. Did it matter whether there was a licence attached to their relationship? Could he live without one? That had a simple answer…he’d rather have Joely than no Joely at all. He shrugged and flicked her a look. ‘I think I’m done with arguing about this, Jo.’ Joely’s eyes widened as his jacket slipped off her shoulders and she caught it as it dropped. ‘You’re giving up?’ ‘Yeah.’ Ben looked at the card and cursed a long streak of blue. ‘Can something just go right tonight?’ He pulled his shirt tail out from his trousers and found a patch that was less wet than the rest of his clothes and ran the magnetic strip between the folds of fabric. ‘Why are you giving up? Have you decided that you now don’t want to marry me?’ Ben felt his temper bubble.
