'Not lately,' Morag told him. 'Not so much. But it's getting better.' Getting over Tiberius' death was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do, and this from the woman who'd traipsed from one end of England to the other, spreading Tibby's propaganda and gathering information. She sighed.
Morag flushed slightly. 'I know, I know. I've put on a kilo or two. It must be the stress of the last few months,' she told him. 'And didn't anyone tell you not to point out a lady's weight issues?' she added a little sourly.
Without being apparent, Morag looked around to see who might overhear. Reaching up to grab his collar, she pulled him down, planting a big kiss on him and whispering quickly, 'Later. On the boat.'