She smiled. "He has never let me down," she said, proudly.
She moved across the room, folding the clothes somewhat clumsily and stacking them on the dresser.
"Molesely would not approve of that, I wager," she said, turning back to Matthew with a smile.
She crossed to the bed, pulling back the covers and wrapping her arm around him again, helping him to scoot up the bed and under the blankets. She had a sudden urge to climb in beside him, curl up against him and feel his arms around her.