Chapter 20

“What happened to all that commandment talk? Seeing to my every need, not killing, stealing, or fiddling the neighbor’s husband?”

“Don’t worry, love. I intend to please you in the process, but for now we’d better get some sleep.”

“Did I say it was damned hot in here?”

Edward closed his eyes and groaned.

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Later, after an hour of twisting and turning and in that neither/nor state of being half-asleep, half-awake, Leslie drifted off. He dreamt of empty rooms, cracked ceilings, and damaged walls, of V-1 bombs buzzing through the night sky, and of his childhood—a jumble of snapshots, a life lived without his brother, a time he thought he’d left behind.