Change
"Perhaps you should stick to medicine," Jean said, smirking. It was quite clear that he was just babbling about the flowers as an excuse to be close to her.
Lucien moved to face her, gently turning her body to meet his. "Maybe I should," he replied in a low voice.
Jean practically held her breath as his lips slowly, almost tentatively, came to meet hers.
RINGGGGGG
They jumped at the sound of the telephone. "I'll get that," she announced.
"No, you've got your hands full. I'll just…" Lucien insisted, trailing off as he hurried to pick up the phone.
Jean couldn't help but grin. Their kiss had been interrupted before it had really begun, but that was alright. They'd have other opportunities. Which was quite a change from what life had been like just one month ago, when she'd left to move to Adelaide. She often found herself smiling for no reason nowadays. To be loved by him had been the greatest gift, far more than she'd ever imagined.
In many ways, nothing had changed. She resumed her usual job as housekeeper and receptionist for Dr. Blake. She still cooked meals and cleaned the house and tended to her flowers and went to church and so forth. But now, she and Lucien spent their precious few moments alone wrapped in a romantic embrace. That was a change she'd very much enjoyed.
All of a sudden, Lucien returned to the sunroom. "I've a police matter to tend to. But before I go…" He pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply.
But as quick as it had begun, he broke away, clearing his throat. "Right. I'll be home for dinner."
Jean was left alone again. She couldn't help but laugh to herself. Yes, some changes had been quite lovely indeed.