"At the end he closed his eyes and he just let go of everything. He felt as if all day had been nothing, just something leading up to this. He came in...ide her with a long groan, let go of everything, and then she climbed off him and he stretched out on the sofa and he went to sleep.Later, when he opened his eyes again, he heard her singing in the bathroom. He lay there on the sofa and he looked at the yellow ceiling. Stupid color for a ceiling, he'd never liked it. Maybe in a month or two he'd. “I’ll take a lot from you, you damned shrew but don’t ever think to insult my ancestry again. Understand?” Sienna was irate but not beyond caution and simmered in silence, unwilling to bend before he did, until finally she nodded with stiff-necked pride and his grip eased fractionally. “If it’s any consolation to your temper, you’ve got a mouth like a navvy and a very creative mind,” he commended her grudgingly. “My ‘whoreson’ of a father, as you so productively named him, would have flogged. His immediate reaction was to startle and cover himself but as soon as he did such things was as soon as she took out her baton and whacked his hands away so that she may continue to see, He quickly removed his hands with a wince in pain and stood straight up again as she got in his face, "I didn't tell you to move, Private! Do I make myself clear, now?"His bright red face and soon-to-be bright red body burned bright as he responded in obedience, "Ma'am, yes Ma'am!"She went back to her. . . about being back by then?’ ‘No, I’m sorry, Marylou.’ Hugh said in a low soothing voice. He gently placed his hand on Marylou’s arm, helping her to stand against the body blow she’d taken and couldn’t quite conceal. She felt the heat of him through the thinness of the power-blue cloth. The feel of him was both frightening and reassuring all at the same time. ‘He didn’t mention being back by February at all. In fact, he said something about someone he’d met. He . . .’ Hugh stopped stone cold..