Now, instead of weaving, as the floor had done that night, the old limestone wall seemed to be floating on a gentle sea.
Of course, she wouldn’t even be here in England if her career hadn’t—
She didn’t want to think about that.
“Tell me something. Anything!” Jane desperately needed a distraction from the morass of her thoughts.
“I screwed up our operation.”
“No you didn’t. You were magnilliquent. Manifiquent. Magnificent,” she finally wrapped her tongue around it. He’d protected her at every turn—her staunch, dusty champion in the red racing tie. Maybe it was a magic tie, because none of it should have worked, but on Aaron it had. They’d survived.
“I forgot to tell the waiter to bring forks along with the cake.”
Jane looked down at the plate that seemed to glow in the moonlight. The
