Enid had fantasized about this for years — the way that Nigel Yarwood would look at her when he wanted to kiss her — but none of her fantasies compared to the real thing, with Nigel looking at her like that and his hand resting on her neck. She beamed up at him, unable to pretend she was anything but what she was — thrilled.

"Yes," she whispered back at him, heart thumping a little faster with the excitement of it.