They ended up in bed, and afterwards she rolled over to lie on top of him, a fierce look in her eyes. ‘Finn?’
‘Catherine?’
‘Did you ever give another woman flowers with a message?’
‘Never.’
‘So why me?’
He shrugged, and gave a contented smile which still somehow managed to be edged with sensuality.
‘I never wanted to before.’
‘Tell me you love me again,’ she begged.
‘I’ll tell you that every day for the rest of our lives,’ he promised.
He did. But Catherine had more than words to warm her. She had only to look out at her garden to see Finn’s love for her growing every day.