“Gareth stopped dead. Catherine walked up, went on tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. “You’re a good man, Gareth Inglis, and I’m so glad you came to us. You deserve to be happy. And I’ll make up a bed if you’d like me to, but I’d rather say I did and spare myself the work.” “I – uh – I – ” “I won’t trouble, then. Good night.” She gave him a quick flashing smile and took her candle up to bed.”
