They were sitting in the kitchen staring at each other across the island neither of them speaking.
Diarmid opened his mouth as if ready to speak and then closed it again. Lita made a face of her own and then shook her head as if trying to clear cobwebs. He sighed. She huffed and twisted in her chair.
For ten more minutes they looked at each other and then away as they frowned at the situation, they’d just found themselves in.
“How?” Diarmid asked suddenly.
She shook her head and exhaled loudly, lifting her palms upward and shrugging, still unable to speak.
It had been ten days since she’d gone to get him in the cabin. Ten days of an attentive adoring man who catered to her every need and who was throwing himself into the role of Bellona spouse with vigor. He was attending a weekly ps
