“If you know my wife, ‘not arguing’ is a character trait you would never apply to her,” said Nayan with a slight chuckle. “It’s alright though. It’s rare finding someone who doesn’t compromise their morality for anything. There’s so few who have the courage…” Morgan’s hands and his poor sleep the night previous were really doing their work. Nayan was having trouble keeping conscious under her ministrations, which was a relief he welcomes after the irritations of this morning frankly. He was worried that the message in his cellphone pertained to Sacha meeting him in Bermuda. What if she was having some trouble back in Kashmir and couldn’t get away? And why wouldn’t she call him herself to say so?
He was glad to drift off, though startling, dark flashes of his wife’s face would follow him into that sleep. He’d wake up at the end of the session with a start, shaken, feeling great, and all at once anxious.