“I don’t want you to think I do this with everyone,” she said, in a small voice.
“All right,” I said. “This is the night reserved for you and me.”
“I know, but I don’t want you to think—”
“I don’t.”
She turned and slid her arms around my neck. We stood like that for a long time. It was pretty nice. Then I carried her into the bedroom and put her on the bed.
“Wait for me,” I said.
I undressed in the bathroom, put on a silk dressing-gown and went into the sitting-room. I nosed around in the various cupboards until I found Killeano’s gifts. He’d sent me four bottles of Scotch, a bottle of brandy, and Whiterock. I took the brandy and went into the bedroom.
She was in bed. Her hair had dried and it lay like spilt honey on the pillow. She looked up at me and smiled.
I poured two brandies. I gave her one, and sniffed at the other. It had a nice bouquet.
“You and me,” I said