‘Are you sure you’re not sick of this one?’ Wendy said. ‘It looks lonely to me.’
‘It’s not so lonely as you’d notice,’ Pierce said and then, as her face fell, he grinned and lifted her with the same ease Shanni had lifted Abby. ‘You’re having fun on your holiday. We’re having fun on ours.’
‘We’ve got lunch,’ Abby said. ‘Sandwiches. Do you want to have lunch with us?’
‘Yes,’ Shanni said, and giggled.
‘You can start your honeymoon again after lunch,’ Nik said, grinning at her.
‘Don’t grin at my wife,’ Pierce said.
‘He can grin all he likes at me,’ Shanni declared. ‘He’s family. Uncle Nik. Where are the sandwiches?’
‘You’ll be arrested,’ Pierce said.
‘Then we’ll all be locked up together,’ Shanni retorted, put Wendy down and grabbed Pierce’s hand. ‘Which is as it should be. This is perfect. Little bits of honeymoon interspersed with little bits of family.’
‘Lots of family,’ Pierce said.
‘You love it and you know it,’ she said serenely. ‘Little bits of honeymoon interspersed with lots and lots of family. For the rest of our lives.’
Marion Lennox
