Marian had been dreaming of home, thinking of a warm summer evening at Knighton, warm and hazy, the glow of a sun, low in the sky, settling over the countryside...running through the fields, a man's lips on hers, the smells of warm hay and grass slowly fading while hot food took their place.
She came too slowly, a soft smile still on her lips as the good mood of the dream stayed with her, eyelids fluttering open to take in the tray waiting for her on Guy's side of the bed...and just beyond it, Guy's eager face.