The Unforgettable Husband

‘But I want to forget,’ she insisted. ‘With the freedom to choose, I want to forget it all now. Can we do that?’

Her green eyes pleaded. His began to burn. ‘Sure,’ he agreed. ‘Anything you say while you look at me like that… And the honey was a killer, by the way.’

A diversion, Samantha recognised, and let him keep it. ‘I saw it done on TV once,’ she confessed with smile. ‘I always meant to try it out on you but never seemed to get the chance before today.’

His sleek brows arched. ‘Anything else you would like to try out?’

‘Lots,’ she breathed, her eyes darkening in line with the challenge. ‘Anniversary present number one coming up,’ she announced. ‘I think you’ll like this.’

And he did.