Least Said (27 page)

I
shivered
deliciously
and,
slipping
off
my
shoe,
I
pushed
my
foot
up
to
caress
the
very
satisfying
bulge
in
Jon’s
groin.
I
watched
the
bright
blue
of
his
eyes
darken
with
desire,
his
lips
curve
into
a
surprised
smile
that
lifted
my
heart.
We
had
rarely
been
this
passionate,
this
playful
but,
I
made
myself
a
promise,
that
too
was
about
to
change.

Anticipation
itself
was
an
aphrodisiac
we
discovered,
as
we
shared
the
food
on
our
forks
during
the
remainder
of
the
meal,
and
then
secret
little
touches
and
glances
full
of
promise
during
a
show
of
which
we
took
in
very
little.
Back
at
the
house
we
somehow
resisted
the
strong
desire
to
rip
each
other’s
clothes
off,
instead
taking
our
time
and
finding
mutual
and
very
deep
satisfaction
before
falling
asleep
in
each
other’s
arms.

Back
at
home,
the
days
that
followed
were,
without
doubt,
the
happiest
of
our
entire
marriage
because
not
only
were
we
enjoying
our
son,
but
appreciating
each
other,
too.
When
we
weren’t
working,
the
time
we
spent
together
was
pure
quality
with
magical
moments
that
stood
out
from
the
rest.

The
first
of
these
was
the
surprise
that
Jon
had
organised
for
our
wedding
anniversary
–
without
any
prompting
from
me.
I
suspected
nothing
when
Tina
said
she
was
coming
down
to
take
me
out
for
a
special
lunch
on
the
day
–
because
Jon
had
to
work.

‘I
want
you
to
wear
something
extra-special,’
she
ordered,
‘because
we’re
going
to
the
Grand
Hotel
and
you
know
how
exclusive
it
is
there.
Ripped
jeans
and
flip-flops
are
out.
Wear
that
lovely
cream
dress
we
bought
when
you
came
up
to
London.’

I
personally
thought
that
particular
outfit
was
a
bit
over-the-top
for
lunch,
even
at
the
Grand
Hotel,
but
I
was
so
pleased
to
be
seeing
Tina
and
enjoying
her
company
that
I
didn’t
object.
I
also
thought
the
welcome
we
received
when
we
arrived
at
the
hotel
was
a
bit
effusive
–
after
all,
we
were
hardly
regulars
and
we
definitely
weren’t
celebrities.

I
was
almost
sure
the
dining
room
was
in
a
totally
different
direction
to
where
Tina
was
ushering
me,
but
before
I
could
query
it,
a
bunch
of
flowers
was
thrust
into
my
hand
just
as
a
door
was
opened
in
front
of
me
and
I
was
swept
inside.
To
my
astonishment
Jon
waited
there
with
William
by
his
side,
both
were
suited
and
booted
in
unfamiliar
clothes.
I
turned
to
find
Tina,
Calum
and
Leanne
all
smiling
behind
me,
and
standing
with
them
was
the
lovely
vicar
who
had
married
Jon
and
me
fifteen
years
before.

Jon
dropped
to
one
knee
in
front
of
me
and,
taking
my
hand,
he
asked,
‘Wendy,
will
you
marry
me
-
again?’

William
came
to
stand
beside
him
carefully
holding
a
satin
cushion
with
a
gorgeous
eternity
ring
sitting
dead
centre,
and
he
pointed
out
in
his
piping
voice,
‘Those
are
real
diamonds,
Mummy.’
Then
he
turned
to
Jon,
and
sounding
perplexed
asked,
‘Why
is
she
crying?’

‘Because
she’s
so
happy,’
Jon
said,
standing
up
and
taking
both
of
my
hands
in
his.

‘Mummy?’
Will
looked
anxiously
up
at
me.

‘Daddy’s
right,
Will,
it’s
because
I’m
so
happy
and
also
because
this
is
such
a
wonderful,
wonderful
surprise,’
I
confirmed
and,
releasing
one
of
Jon’s
hands
and
taking
one
of
Will’s,
I
walked
between
them
to
where
the
smiling
vicar
waited,
with
the
sound
of
Shania
Twain
singing,
‘
From This Moment
,’
filling
the
room.
It
had
been
my
song
of
choice
on
our
wedding
day,
but
I
was
amazed
that
Jon
had
remembered
such
a
detail,
though
even
the
flowers
I
was
holding
were
the
golden
roses
and
white
freesias
of
my
wedding
bouquet.

‘I
can’t
believe
you
all
kept
this
a
secret
from
me,’
I
kept
saying
over
a
sumptuous
lunch,
but
it
was
when
I
said
to
Will,
‘and
how
you
didn’t
say
a
word
in
all
this
time,
not
even
when
you
supposedly
left
this
morning
to
go
off
and
spend
the
day
with
Tristan
and
Trixie
this,
I’ll
never
know,’
that
he
finally
could
not
keep
quiet
for
even
a
minute
longer.