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Rhean said. “I don’t usually teach nowadays. It’s mostly all administration, finance, forms, etc.” He let his head fall back against the sofa and closed his eyes. “Thank heaven it’s Friday,” he sighed.
    Laura sat up.  “How did you know I needed to do.......” her voice trailed off and she gestured with her hand toward the door.
    “Give it some welly you mean?” Rhean’s eyes were still closed.
    Laura nodded.
    “That’s easy, you told me.”
    Laura shook her head.”I never said anything at all.”
    “You didn’t have to. I’ve known you for over a year. We see each other every day and spend more time together than most married couples do, except we don’t live together or...” He stopped before he finished the sentence and a flush of red spread across his sharp cheekbones.
    “A bit like that old TV show, My Wife Next Door ,” Laura remarked. Rhean looked puzzled.
    “Great, I’m showing my age now. Look it up,” she told him.
    “Oh I will do, but back to the original question. You changed your mannerisms.″ Rhean pointed to the heaped pile of magazines next to her chair. “And the biggie, getting your shopping delivered, not going out anywhere... I could continue, but I won’t.”
    “So you guessed then?”
    Rhean nodded.
    “Yep, you weren’t going to ask for help, so I took matters into my own hands so to speak.” Rhean turned his body toward Laura’s, gazing at her intently.
    “Worked though, didn’t it?” Rhean grinned at her, as his fingers stroked her arm sensuously enticing her to be aware of him. The softness of her skin slid against his roughened fingertips. His body reacted sharply. Rhean looked into the deep languid pools, searching for a flicker of awareness from Laura. He knew an attraction between them could be perilous, but felt an overwhelming need to know how her lips would feel against his. Their gazes meshed, the air around them electrified, and for a second he was afraid to take things any further.
    Rhean saw the conflicting emotions in her face and knew deep down that now was his chance. He seized it. Moving closer to her, his thigh pressed against hers.
    “Laura,” he whispered her name raggedly. When she tried to turn away, Rhean stroked her face with a long finger back to him.
    “Please,” he begged, his voice harsh and raw with emotion.
    Their breaths mingled, and his hand rested on her smooth cheek, caressing it with his thumb. At the same time, yet hesitantly, gently, his mouth covered hers. A delicious sensation of caressing more than kissing flooded him. Rhean’s lips thrummed from the feel of her mouth on his, but then as if in a blind panic she turned her face away from him, and broke their kiss. Rhean pulled her back into his arms
    ″No,″ he whispered,  “Trust me Laura.” As they embraced, his mouth recaptured hers  crushing her to him, deepening the kiss. Tentatively his tongue slipped onto hers. Stroking, dancing, they melded into one, aware of nothing but each other.
    Rhean’s heart soared. He was lost in the heady sweetness of her taste on his tongue and his lips. Finally, he hoped, she would be his.
    “Mother!”  Rhean and Laura moved apart. They looked at James, standing in the doorway with an amused expression on his face. Laura’s face flushed red and Rhean stood up, feeling as though he had been caught with his hands in the cookie jar. He shoved his hands into his trouser pockets then relaxed after the wink James gave him.
    “I think I’d better go,” Rhean said sheepishly, but he grinned. “Oh, what the heck?” He bent down and kissed Laura gently on the lips, loving the way hers felt on his.
    “Get used to it James; you will be seeing a lot more of that.”  He took his coat from the hook, and flicked it over his shoulder casually as he left.
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    James sat next to Laura who was still red-faced with embarrassment, shocked at being caught by her son.
    “Have you any idea how tempting it is to tell everyone I caught