David rolled onto his back, his arm sliding across lower ribs.
‘The morning after,’ Katie whispered.
‘The night before,’ David muttered, his head thick with a hangover, his stomach queasy. ‘Now what?’
‘I ... I don’t know.’ She stared at the wallpaper, trying to untangle emotions.
‘I’m trying to decide if that was the best or worst night of my life.’
‘What about Rosa? And Neil?’
‘They don’t need to know. Do they?’
‘I ... I suppose not. But ... what if they find out?’
‘I can keep a secret, if you can.’ His hand found her hip, squeezing gently.