A stranger to prevarication, Casper stood in a turmoil of indecision, his hand hovering over her for several long minutes. In the end he compromised by pulling the silk cover over her body. Then he backed away from the bed, relieved that at least there had been no one present to witness such embarrassing vacillation on his part.
He made thousands of decisions on a daily basis, some of them involving millions of pounds, some of them involving millions of people.
It was incomprehensible that he couldn't make one small decision that affected his wife's comfort. Holly awoke to darkness. With a rush of inexplicable panic, she sat up and only then did she notice Casper seated by the window.
"What time is it?" Disorientated and fuzzy headed, she reached across to flick on the lamp by the bed. "It must be really late. And I need to change for dinner."
"It's one in the morning. You've missed dinner."