Nora, getting up in the small hours to see to the baby, heard familiar sounds downstairs. Suppressing a sigh, she went down to talk to her husband. ‘Harry? What are you doing, dear?’
Harry looked around startled, as if the last place he expected to see her was here in the kitchen. Then his shoulders dropped. ‘Sorry, love.’
Snow wagged her tail at Nora and went back to her mat by the range, letting out a long breath as she put her head on her paws.
Nora shifted the baby to her other shoulder. Winsome was a pretty child, with her mother’s dark hair and her father’s changeable hazel eyes. Just at the moment, though, she was teething, and her high-pitched whining, bright red cheeks, and the dribble all down her chin rather spoiled the effect. Still, it was the look of her that brought Harry
