She looked at him sadly, her face mirroring the way she felt. “I hope it’ll come back, darling.”
He reached out and pulled her to him, holding her tight. “It’ll come back,” he whispered. “C’mon. I want to build a fire in that fireplace. It’s cool in here, even if it is summer.”
They went back out into the front room and, while Beth found some kindling, Nick wadded up some newspapers and stuffed them in the fireplace. When she brought it in, he lighted the stuff and after it was going good, he added a couple of logs. He snapped off the light and grinned at her.
“I like firelight,” he told her. “It’s restful.”
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She smiled back at him. “Restful? I think it’s sexy.” She had kicked off her pumps and was lying before the glow of the hearth on the thick rug. He arranged the mesh screen before the fire and laid down beside her.
“Sexy, huh?”
“Uh huh. I don’t know, darling ... the warmth of the fire warms me up, I guess.”
He grinned and dropped his head to the cushions of her breasts. Her fingers played in his hair.
“I’m glad,” he told her.
“You used to be. That used to be our favorite way of spending an evening.”