‘You look pale and tired,’ Jack said. ‘How about we go out somewhere for something to eat? A nice meal would be good for you.’

She put her hand over his. ‘The police said I should stay indoors to be safe.’

He pulled away and shook his head. ‘How long are we going to have to live like this? It’s crazy. Why would anyone want to murder you? I’d say you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. The police are making a huge leap in connecting your accident to the death of that man.’

She shut her eyes for a moment, trying to get her head clear. ‘They said they don’t believe in coincidences,’ she said eventually, but Jack had gone to the fridge.

‘Hang on,’ he said, as he peered inside it. Shutting it, he took out his mobile. ‘The fridge has milk, beer, and not a lot else. I’ll order a takeaway. What would you like?’

‘Indian, the usual dishes,’ she said automatically, wondering why he bothered to ask. In all the years, they’d never ordered anything else. He rang it through as she sat staring at him, a slight frown between her eyes, her concerns about her own predicament fading a little as she took in his pallor.

He took the seat beside her again. ‘Now, what were you saying?’

What had she been saying? She shook her head in frustration. ‘I can’t remember.’

He leaned forward and planted a kiss on her cheek. ‘Try to stop worrying. Have you heard from the kids today?’

‘Just messages.’ She smiled. ‘They’re really busy. I’m going to try to Skype them tomorrow, it would be nice to see them. They seem to have settled down, both mentioned friends they were meeting.’

‘Good,’ he said, echoing her smile. ‘I’m going to get out of my suit. The meal will be here in ten. If the doorbell rings, leave it, and I’ll come down, okay?’

She reached a hand out, felt it clasped in his. ‘I won’t move.’

He raised her hand to his lips and gave it a kiss. ‘Good, I’m going to spoil you until you’re better.’

She was still smiling as she heard his step on the stairs. They’d be fine. Whatever was going on would be sorted and they’d get back on track. As for her suspicions, either the meds they’d given her in the hospital or the bang to her head were making her imagine things and jump to ridiculous conclusions.

The police would do their job and things would return to normal. Then she remembered something. Before she’d passed out, she clearly remembered asking Amelia why she’d mentioned Pleasant’s amazing brown eyes. She’d never answered.