“Good day?” he asked, leaping up to make me a cup of tea. “Pretty good, yes.” I glanced around the living room. It was scattered with scraps of paper, all bearing pencil drawings. “What have you been up to?” “Ah, nothing. Just fiddling. Designing my perfect house, actually. Do you want a biscuit?” “No, I’ll do myself something on toast in a bit. Have you eaten?” “I had some scrambled egg earlier. Ash rang, by the way. Said he’ll call you back later.” “Fine.” I sat back and took the mug Clay offered me. It struck me then, suddenly and horribly, that this was probably what married life would be like, and I had to sit very still until the palpitations went away. Surely Luke and I would never descend to this level. Clay and I had known each other all our lives. We were entitled, indeed expected, to have conversations like this. I was hardly likely to come home to be greeted by him suggesting sex in the garden before dinner. Urgh, nasty thought, nasty thought.
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