Terms of Affection (Bearing Witness Book 3) by Marcia Turner

Author:Marcia Turner [Turner, Marcia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen.

Michelle Jenks stood in the middle of the room and looked around. Nothing gave her comfort, nothing said this is home, be content. Pouring herself another drink, she lifted her glass as though making a toast.

“I’d like to say it’s been wonderful, House. But it hasn’t, not any of it. Not for me.” Taking a huge swig, she walked to the picture of a child and chinked the glass against the frame. “Don’t look at me like that. I know it’s mainly my fault, but what difference does that make? It still hasn’t been a pleasure, or anywhere near.” Emptying the glass, she topped it up again. “Oh bugger, this is such a mess.”

Plonking herself on the sofa, she dabbed at the patch of gin on her shirt. Her chin quivered and her eyes filled with tears that wouldn’t be allowed to fall. Perhaps if she had a little sleep that would help. The others wouldn’t be back for a while. Sinking into the cushions, she closed her eyes and willed oblivion to arrive quickly. After a few minutes, she cursed and knocked back the gin she’d hoped not to drink. Placing the glass on the arm of the sofa, she closed her eyes again. This time sleep came quickly.

When she awoke it was almost dark. Staying still she listened for sounds that would signal someone else was home. Relieved the house was silent, she pushed herself to her feet, ignoring the dull ache at her temple. A quick shower should spruce her up, and then . . . Then, she didn’t know, but she’d be sober when they got home. That would show them.

Taking her glass to the kitchen she put it in the sink next to a mug and frowned. That hadn’t been there before. Lifting the mug to her nose she sniffed. Coffee. He’d been home and not bothered to speak to her. Bastard! Retrieving her glass, she went back to the sitting room for a refill, on the way she spotted a note next to the phone in the hall.

Didn’t want to wake you as you looked so peaceful. Have to sort something out with Jeff, and will be late for H again. Probably 30 mins so I’ll try and phone him. If he arrives please apologise and keep him company if he stays as L not home until nine.

A smile crept to her lips. How wonderful, this was unexpected. Leaving her glass on the table, she hurried upstairs. Brushing her teeth, she looked at her reflection in the shaving mirror. A few more lines had arrived. Still, nothing a bit of makeup wouldn’t cover. Rinsing her mouth, she was startled when there was a knock at the door, and her smile returned. Leaving her hair in the towel, she slipped her robe on, and went to answer it.

“Come in, come in. I’ll catch my death with this door open.”

Grabbing his arm, she pulled him into the hall and shut the door, flipping the catch. Michelle liked to live dangerously, but there was a limit.

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