This place looked too cliché, but I wasn’t about to get picky. Not when I had him in mind. And not when my thoughts were causing me to loose track ...f time. When I got the room key, I hadn’t realized why the woman at the front was staring at me inquisitively. I assumed she thought I was up to something. Not until I put the key in the door did it occur to me. Around my wrists were purple rings. They looked like bracelet’s. And I paused remembering how he tied them behind me with his belt. How he. It felt warm, not weird.I was lying in bed looking up at Sylvia and the strangest thing happened. I was thinking, then all of a sudden what I was thinking was out loud. I didn’t mean to say it, I didn’t think I was saying it, but I did. “How could anyone cheat on a beautiful, nice, warm person like you, Sylvia?”“Oh, Tammi, thank you. I don’t know what caused it, honey, I really don’t. I never will, now. Never you mind. But, seriously, thank you. That’s very probably the nicest thing anyone has. It was Guy. He was lying on the grass sleeping. He was only in his breeches. She realised her mouth was hanging open, so she closed it quickly and made her way silently over to the sleeping man.Guy sighed to himself. He hadn’t realised until this moment how much Meg had affected him. She reminded him so much of Marian but yet she was different at the same time. He had thought it impossible to fall in love with another woman after Marian. She had been his everything, well until he murdered her. The tatted markings that flowed across his chest and over his shoulder shocked me. I caught my breath, not only because of the beauty of his body but because the unexpected art was in great contrast to the expensively suited, conservative lawyer that the world saw. It was a secret he was sharing with me.I’m reminded too of how he can be doing something quite regular and normal in a married couple’s day, but suddenly look at me in such a way...These are moments that remind me that I’m married to.