Abi squeezed his hand a little tighter, saddened at the idea of his own self-worth so wrapped up in his profession. She knew it was easily done when people were successful but as she had fallen in love with the man more than the writing, she had worked hard to help him see the best of himself. Hemingway wasn't perfect - neither was anyone - and she loved his flaws just as much as his strengths. "Then we'll endeavour to unscramble the writer from your head so I can pay the man the love he deserves."
She slipped her fingers into her jacket pocket and pulled out the key to their motel room as the building came closer. "I'm going to take that challenge one day, Old Man," she replied and grinned, "You might not be glad I did when we're arrested for public indecency. "