Breach of Faith (33 page)

I leant forward with a laugh, “you idiot. Of course I’ll come home. I’ll have to get
Frances” house tidied up and then rent it out. It should be a nice little money earner for her future.”

Will’s smile reached from ear to ear as he kissed my forehead. “We can make this work, you know.”

“I know,” I smiled and watched him leave. He would pick me up the following day as arranged and at that moment the rest of my life would begin. I had one more night, then. One more night with my memories, one more night with the feel of Frank’s fingers on my skin, one more night with his mouth on mine.

One more night before I had to force him permanently to the back of my mind. There was no room for three in a bed, after all.

I placed the sleeping baby gently into the crib, got myself comfortable and fell asleep imagining butterfly fingers all over my body

*

I awoke suddenly an hour later. The room was dark, just a faint light shining through the window in the door. A figure was leaning over the cradle, placing a gentle kiss on the baby’s head.

“Frank,” I whispered, my heart lightening at the sight of him.

“Go to sleep, my princess,” Frank’s voice murmured. He moved closer, his lips warm on my cheek. Feather-light fingers pushed a stray strand of hair off my face. “Go to sleep, my love.”

And with the gentle touch of Frank’s lips on mine, I fell fast asleep.

THE END