Do Not Disturb: An Erotica Collection. Elizabeth Coldwell

mouth to keep her laughter in check, and didn’t remove it until it was reduced to giggles. She sighed, snuggling up to her husband.

      ‘Let’s just talk. We haven’t just talked in a while,’ she said.

      ‘I thought we were talking.’

      She looked up at him, about to snap, when she saw that look again. That playful tease that told her that he was just being silly. She smiled and returned his playfulness with a slap across the arm.

      ‘You know what I mean,’ she said, grin still in place.

      He nodded. ‘All right, what do you want to talk about?’

      Caroline did not answer, searching her mind. What did she want to talk about? She wanted to avoid the subject of their marriage as much as possible. This was about that, but it was also about getting away from those troubles to see if this trip could fix it. She wanted to think about relaxing things, and, hopefully, what the night would bring for them. She gazed up at the man she had been with for the last five years, and her heart broke a little that she felt as if she had nothing to say to him. What could that mean? Surely nothing good. But Victor smiled down at her.