They get to spend more and more time together. Evenings in the GAE are quiet and peaceful, lights burning in the corners, the shutters thrown open to the sound of the sea. In a loose robe embroidered with blousey roses, worn over underwear that's stayed in a drawer for months ( Read more... )

She was dreaming about London, about her office and piles of briefs and Nick trying to tell her something but unable to find the words. She stirred, half awake, stretching out her hand across the empty bed and ( Read more... )

She's folding laundry when it happens. He's staying more often, but that doesn't explain how many of Aidan's t-shirts have become inexplicably mixed in with hers. She's sorting them into separate piles when her feet are suddenly wet and it takes her a moment to figure out what's just happened.

Oh, Jesus.

"Aidan? Aidan!"