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Harry awoke alone, the sunlight streaming in through the window. He had slept well, but he hoped he hadn't been alone for the whole night. Rubbing his eyes he saw that there was a mug of tea resting on the bedside table on his side. Putting his hand to it he felt it was very warm. He picked it up and wrapped his hands around it, thinking how nice it was to be taken care of occasionally. The tea was just how he liked it too, no sugar and just a dash of milk. Smiling he drank it as he noticed his suitcase was by the door. Ruth must have moved it there, he thought.

Getting up he quickly dressed and then went in search of Ruth. He found her in the kitchen, working on her laptop, a cup of coffee next to her. "Morning," he said. "What time is it?"

"Er… half eleven," she said. "I didn't think you'd sleep for much longer. I'll be done in a minute."

"I didn't take you for the type of woman who liked pink flowers on her laptop," Harry said. Ruth frowned and then remembered the stickers on the outside of her computer.

"Claire's decorated every laptop I've had since she was born," Ruth said. "If you think this was bad you should have seen the finger painting one when she was four. I thought she was going to break it." Harry laughed.

"What are you doing?"

"Sending some paperwork off to my boss," she said. "So I can have the week off. I'm nearly done."

"What do you do?" he asked curiously.

"Well, officially I'm a secretary/receptionist for a law firm," Ruth said. "But after a few years they realised I was a damn good researcher too, so I do that as well. Its easy work really. And they're training up a blonde teenager for when I retire so they don't mind if I take time off."

"Is she really a teenager?"

"She's twenty seven," Ruth admitted. "But when I'm sixty two it does feel slightly insulting."

Harry inclined his head in agreement. "What are we going to do today?"

"I thought I could show you the town. I mean, it's not raining. It'll be boring but…"

"Sounds great," he said honestly. "It's the company I'll like."

Ruth smiled. "There's a great place in town I thought we could have breakfast. Well, lunch now."

"Perfect," he said. "Do you want to leave now?"

"Let me send this email and then yes," Ruth said. "Please remember that I'm Rosie here, not Ruth."

"All right," he grumbled gently finding his jacket and his shoes. Ruth smiled as she finished her email and sent it, looking forward to the day ahead.

They had lunch in a nice quiet restaurant, overlooking the town square. "Do you come here often?" Harry asked.

"Yes," she said. "A couple of times a week. I like sitting and watching the world go by. And it was a good place to meet Claire. Her high school is just around the corner."

"Apart from the annoying American twang I keep hearing around the place, its not quite as bad as I'd anticipated," Harry said. Ruth smiled at the slightly veiled compliment about her life.

"There are no politicians here either," she said.

"The place just gets better and better."

Ruth smiled as a waitress came over, asking if they'd like anything else. "Just the bill please," Ruth said getting out her purse.

"Oh, dollars," Harry said under his breath. "I forgot to get my money changed into dollars, all I've got is pounds."

"Oh don't worry about it," Ruth said. "It doesn't matter."

"I'll go and get some changed tomorrow," he said. "You can't be paying for me all week."

"I'm not going to argue with you," she said. "You're going to get your way eventually anyway."

"Glad you see that now," he said easily as Ruth put the money on the table. "Shall we go?"

When they got back to the house it was dark and they'd shared a lovely day together. They'd drifted through the park together chatting until the sun went down and then they'd had dinner in a tiny café. It had been lovely and Ruth felt so content as they walked in the house. Which is why it surprised her when Harry pulled her in for a deep kiss. After a moment of shock she let herself fully enjoy it. They hadn't turned any of the lights on and he pressed her against the front door in earnest, fumbling in the dark. This was the first time their kisses hadn't been gentle and slow, instead it was urgent and almost desperate.
She stopped when the need for air overcame her need for Harry. She reached for his hand and without thinking about it, without analysing it she led him through to the bedroom, a smile hovering on her lips. He shut the door behind them and smiled back at her before she pulled him back into her arms.

"Ruth, I have to tell you something," he said in between kisses as her hands started unbuttoning his shirt.

"What?" she said breathlessly, her fingers running over him as she kissed his neck.

"It's embarrassing," he said. "I can't… I need a couple of pills. To get…"

"Oh," Ruth said as it dawned on her what he meant. "It doesn't matter." She kissed him again but he pulled back and looked at her curiously. "I mean it," she said. "Did you bring any… medication with you?"

"Sadly no," he said. "I didn't want to assume anything."

"Okay," she said, kissing his neck. "We'll get some tomorrow. Don't worry about it." He looked at her for a moment before she carried on kissing him and for the rest of the night he felt like the luckiest man in the world.