Marriage Reclaimed. Sara Craven

to take you back to the Manor, darling?’

      ‘No, thanks. I have my car.’ Her tone was terse.

      His brows lifted. ‘But do you think it’s wise to drive—when you’ve been drinking?’

      Her smile back at him was saccharine-sweet. ‘One glass of wine with a meal? I don’t think that would trouble the breathalyser, do you? And Paul’s promised to make me an enormous pot of black coffee at his place, anyway, so—there’s really nothing to worry about.’ She got to her feet. ‘Do enjoy your meal,’ she added. ‘I can recommend the sea bass.’

      And, without a backward glance, Joanna walked to the door and out into the night’s dark chill, which she recognised because it already shivered in her heart.