‘Your father came down to Devon. We’ve just driven back.’
‘My father.’ Kit sounded amused. He shook his head slightly. ‘Can you believe that man? He kidnapped me. Did you even know I was in America?’
‘No. No one knew,’ said Liza. ‘Not even the police. They were mad as hell.’
‘I couldn’t even phone you.’ Kit stroked her hand. ‘I tried to bribe the nurses but he’d got to them first. It was like being in Colditz. ‘I swear, ‘I used to dream of tunnelling out.’
‘You’re out now,’ whispered Liza.
He reached up and touched the side of her face. She leaned against his hand, knowing he could feel the pulse hammering frantically away in her jaw.
‘Something else ‘I used to dream about. Kissing you again.’
‘Are you up to it?’
‘I don’t care if I’m bloody up to it or not. Just get on with it,’ Kit murmured. ‘It’s New Year’s Eve, isn’t it? Kissing the woman you love is what you do on New Year’s Eve. Except’ — he hesitated — ‘hang on, let me take that Sugar Puff out of your hair first ...’
