Enough to stop her shivering, at any rate, and smooth the goosebumps that had risen along her arms and legs. At least the friction warmed things up a little, she thought. ‘Where in heaven’s name have you gone to now?’ But even in her half-awake bleariness, she knew the answer to that one: the only thing capable of dragging her loving husband away from a bed she occupied in her current state was a different sort of female altogether.Īfter a moment’s sleepy indecision, she rolled on to her back and sat up, pulling the bedclothes into some sort of order, wriggling her hips and digging her heels into the mattress until her derrière slid up the bottom sheet and the pillows gathered into a backrest behind her shoulders. She untangled her right arm from the bedclothes and felt behind her, discovering more icy vacancy.
She blinked, opening her grey eyes wide, though it cost her some effort to do so. She was still nude now and the bedding remained in a mess, but Richard was missing - and his absence caused chilly tremors powerful enough to wake her. She had a hazy memory of falling asleep in a tangle of bedclothes stark naked, with her equally bare-skinned husband Richard curled against her, their bodies fitting together like a pair of spoons. It took Robin a moment to realize that the chill along her spine running from her shoulders to buttocks was what had disturbed her, and an instant more to work out what was causing it. She woke simply because her back was cold enough to make her shiver, and that was enough. Not even because it was coming up to teatime in her jet-lagged head. Not because of the morning noises from the adjoining suites, the stirring of stewards busily delivering room service along the endless corridors outside, or because of the intensifying beams of sunshine bursting into her accommodation. She did so not because she knew things would grow worse and worse after today until her own life and those of many she cared for would be at risk - or even suspected that this could ever happen or happen so soon. Robin Mariner woke into the last good day at an unusually early hour for her. And with thanks to John Kiehle of Aeroscraft and Captain Andy Dogherty for their help and advice.
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