From “Mere Mortals” out very soon!
“I’ll say goodnight here,” he said, at the door. “I’ll leave the ubiquitous Albert to tuck you in. I want to find a book.”
“Goodnight, Jude,” I said. “I look forward to hearing you torture Philip’s piano, although how hands like yours could be anything but artistic, I can’t imagine.”
“How kind of you, dear Crispin,” he said, brushing a finger down my cheek, his airy flirtatious tone having returned at last.
“Goodnight, Jude,” I said again, but I was stayed by his hand catching mine, stopping me from opening the door.
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