Chapter 22

“Yes. What shall I do?” “Behave as though we were in love but had quarrelled.” Her voice was not entirely clear and steady: “Shall I—kiss you?” “Yes, that’s corroborative evidence. Put both hands on my shoulders.” Maddaleen placed her ungloved hands on Lanier’s shoulders; and stood so, blushing furiously. “My part is to sulk,” he whispered. “You locked me out last night. You’re trying to square yourself.” “I understand—” One arm slipped around his reluctant shoulder; he turned, sullenly, but she drew his head again…