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‘A treasure,’ Miller inning on himself It’s been so up for it now, taking a good minute to pull and smooth every part of him into place while I watch on a s up and dusting off a piece of lint that he’s missed He smiles in response, reaches fora kiss on th,’ he ainst my skin, then releases me and turns a scowl onto theof his car ‘Beautiful things should be savoured, Mrs Taylor’
Nan’s answer to that is another round of taps on the , proet up close to the , his scowl still firht back I hear Nan’s gasp of shock, even through the closed door, not that it has any effect on ain
‘Miller, behave,’ I laugh, loving the irritation flarandhtens and slips his hands into his pockets ‘A royal’
‘Pain in the arse?’ I finish for hi onto his face
‘Soet her ladyship home, shall we?’ He nods towards the other side of the car and I follow his instruction, takingin the back with Nan
When I’ve gotwith hers, so I lend a hand and secure it for her ‘There,’ I say, resting back inas she takes in the sumptuous interior of Miller’s posh car She reaches up and presses a button that puts a light on, then turns it off again She fiddles with the air-con buttons between the footwells, hu her approval She pushes a button that sends her n, then pushes it again to close it back up Then she finds an ar the runner back to reveal cup holders Old, amazed navy eyes fly up to mine and she forms an O with her marshmallow lips ‘I bet the queen’s car isn’t as posh as this’ Her co nervous eyes to Miller in the rearviewof his perfect world
He’s staring at‘sorry’ on a bunched up face His lovely head shakes fro up his waves as he virtually screeches out of the parking space I conclude very quickly that he wants to get this journey over with as soon as possible and lirandmother has to screw around with his perfect world God forbid if she could reach the teh And he wanted to move her into his flat? Holy shit, he’d have a seizure every fivefroh the London traffic, but her exciteht of my left hand as it reaches up to rest on the seat in front of htaway She reaches across the car and takesit quietly I can do nothingeyes up to the rearviewan eye on the road
‘H with the pad of her thuhter?’ Her raised grey eyebrows are quickly ondirected at Miller, and I shrink into the leather seat He better think of soiest idea of what to tell her I need her to stop looking atred-hot andspeech impossible ‘Well?’ she prompts
‘I’ die inside He has no proble my spunky nan, and while I understand him, I’m not sure she will She’s old school
‘Why ever not?’ She sounds offended, al forward and s the back of Miller’s head She probably would ‘What’s wrong with her?’
I’d laugh if I could find air to draw breath What’s wrong with n of ood and well, but what’s it doing on her wedding finger?’
‘Because your beautiful ring holds position on her right hand and I wouldn’t be so disrespectful as to ask her to replace what’s been in her life for longer than me’
I sith pride and Nan stutters her astonish tosome words
‘So?’ she huffs, her nose put firmly out of joint, not even Miller’s respectful explanation diluting her displeasure ‘You plan on living in sin forever?’
Her absent-minded choice of word resonates deeply, and I find ether in the mirror, s she’s unaware of, things thatto deal with I wouldn’t have exposed her to it before, no ht be, and I’ her to it now Not with her being so delicate after her heart attack, though you’d never know it Being hospitalised for the past few days seems to have injected even more sass into her Taylor bones