He’d caught her at the worst possible moment she’d been writing and hadn’t got dressed or had a bath or used deodorant for two days. Jake, icy cold with chattering teeth, despite the heat, kept to himself and talked to no one. Fingers splayed on her back, his thumbs caressed her shaven armpits. She turned and went down the steps.
Jake must have gone off her. After a couple of hours she gave a little sigh, shuddered, and opened her eyes again. Fen staggered off to the loo. Then she realized it was not King Cophetua he reminded her of, but the Devil tempting Christ in the wilderness, saying, “All this will I give you.
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