Hopeless Lea’s interest in love stories was romantic getting to her husband
The crossword had been tricky, but it hadn’t beaten Steve.
‘I could do with a cup of tea after that,’ he said.
‘Me too,’ Lea said.
She didn’t make a move.
Perhaps she hadn’t really heard him. Lea didn’t always pay Steve much attention when she was engrossed in reading.
He didn’t get it – why would a woman want that romantic rot when she had her own flesh and blood husband in the room?
Eventually, Lea closed her book and sighed.
‘Oh, that was lovely!’ ‘Don’t know why you bother reading those,’ Steve said. ‘Real life
