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mood with me over nothing.”
    She turned to him. “I’m not in a mood, I’m just tired.”
    Exhaling, he watched her exit the living room, closing the door behind her. “ Bloody women ,” he muttered.
    He sat back and scanned through the channels, looking for something of interest. After finding nothing he switched it off. All these channels and nothing on , he thought, as he stared at the blank screen. He considered following her up to bed, but not wanting to give in too soon he opted to stay downstairs for a little while longer—at least until she had calmed down.
    Deep in thought, he watched his reflection mirrored on the television screen. I can’t wait to get back to the office. If anything, just to catch up with Mike. Never thought I ’d miss his sick jokes. I wonder what stinker he shagged last weekend. I bet she was rough. Maybe I’ll call his desk tomorrow. No, I better not. Leah might find out and think I’m checking up on her. No, better leave it. Only another week or so left. I’ll catch up with him then. He groaned. Another week stuck in this house is gonna finish me off. God help me if I was ever unemployed. I’d go nuts .
    Well, at least I could surf for porn in peace .
    As he trailed off into his thoughts, he saw the living room door open in the screen’s reflection. Well, there’s a first: Nicky coming down to apologize before me. It’s a bloody miracle . He turned his head to greet her.
    The door was still closed.
    He shuddered. “ Nic ?” he whispered. With no response, he got up and opened the door, expecting to see his wife standing outside. The hallway was deserted, and the only light was a faint glow coming from the upstairs bathroom. Perplexed, he turned the downstairs lights off, checked that the front door was locked, and headed up to bed.
    Nicky was still in the bathroom, so he waited outside the door. “Nic?” he called out, tapping the door.
    “Yeah?” she replied, turning the faucet off.
    “You still mad with me?” he asked, half-joking.
    The door opened and out walked his wife, grinning. “Of course I’m not mad. Sorry, it was a stupid tiff.”
    “Yeah, I’m sorry too. Friends?”
    Smiling, she kissed him on the lips. “Friends.”

    Richard stared up at the ceiling, listening to the rain smash against the bedroom window.
    He was wide-awake. Nicky had fallen asleep over an hour ago, already talking in her sleep. Most of the time she just mumbled incoherent words, but sometimes she spoke complete sentences, giving the impression that she was fully conscious. He found it amusing, especially when he would tease her about it the next day. But she always denied it.
    He wondered what to do with his day tomorrow, and whether the rain would subside. He didn’t mind the rain—especially when it hit the window at night—but it was going on May, and the thought of sitting indoors again turned his stomach.
    As one o’ clock approached, the rain settled, leaving the house in silence.
    He hated being the last to fall asleep. Every movement he made seemed like bombs exploding as he tried to get comfortable. The last thing he wanted was to wake his wife this late at night. He rolled over onto his left side, facing the wardrobe, hoping to find the perfect position. After less than five seconds he felt the need to move again. Turning onto his back again, he lay in discomfort, eyes wide open, glaring up at the ceiling, annoyed that he was about to face yet another sleepless night. He sat up, groaned, and quietly fluffed his pillow. Lying back down, still uncomfortable and restless, he groaned again, and moved onto his side. Bloody hell .
    As he turned to face the bedroom door, the sound of footsteps from outside the room made him freeze.
    Listening intently, he waited for the sound to happen again. When it failed to return, he started to lie on his back. Just as his shoulder blades touched the soft mattress, the footsteps sounded again. His heart filled with terror as he clenched