Chapter 41

“Thanks for…being there today,” he said quietly.

I kissed the top of his head. “Always.”

He snuggled in closer. “Despite today, I like coming away on holiday. Makes the work days worthwhile.”

“Uh huh.” I’d started playing with his hair; I always found it distracting. “Looking forward to France?”

“Yeah.” Mark sighed and leant into my impromptu scalp massage. “I wonder if Cliff will be able to order the meals in French.”

“Probably.”

During our holiday to Menorca, Cliff had shown off by ordering meals in Spanish. He’d come unstuck though when one of our waiters turned out to be English and couldn’t understand him.