The day of the cricket match arrived and Audrey couldn't stop herself from gazing at her husband in the distance. The warm day wasn't the only reason she was hot under the collar as they say, her Richard had a lot to do with it too.

He really did look good in cricket whites, his muscular chest barely contained by the material of his white T-shirt. He knew just what effect he had on her to, looking over at her and smiling that smile he reserved just for her, which made her weak in the knees.

As the match neared it's end she checked the scoreboard again. It was a close match and still could go either way.

Brett had been a superb bowler and had helped the team gain an early advantage and Richard, her Richard who claimed never to have played cricket before in his life had hit some marvellous shots giving his team a good lead.

But it all came down to this final ball, the opposition needed 4 runs to win. Brett bowled a shorter ball, it bounced up the batsman swung at it hitting it high in the air.

It was heading to the left of Richard who was on the boundary, Audrey watched as the ball came down and Richard dived to catch it.

He leaped to his left stretching as far as he could. There was silence as he caught it in mid air rolling over and jumping up holding the ball in his hand.

The assembled crowd applauded and cheered his great catch but Richard only had eyes for Audrey as she jumped up and down clapping.

The Brigadier, Brett and Henry all came over and patted Richard on the shoulder.

"I say what a catch" the Brigadier said shaking Richard's hand vigorously.

"Well done Richard, man of the match I'd say" Henry said giving him a hearty pat on the back.

"It was a great catch Richard, not bad batting either" Brett added

Brett saw Marjory approaching and excused himself from the group, he had met her earlier and found her to be a most likeable person "Hello Miss Frobisher, did you enjoy the match?" He asked

"Oh yes I thought you were marvellous" Marjory gushed.

"Well thank you, um would you like to join me for a drink before I head back to London?" He said holding his arm out to her.

Marjory looped her arm through his "That would be lovely Lord Sinclair"

"Please call me Brett" he said as they began walking towards the refreshment tent.

"You must call me Marjory then" she said patting his arm

"Marjory what a beautiful name, it suits you"

"Oh gosh" Marjory sighed.

Audrey who had witnessed this scene rolled her eyes. Brett was not the sort of man to be tied down but she hoped Marjory enjoyed a little romance with the dashing lord even if it was only for a little while.

And while she would admit Brett may have been a good looking man he was nothing compared to her handsome Czechoslovakian husband.

The rector came and stood by Audrey "That was an excellent catch your husband made Lady DeVere you must be very proud of him"

Audrey smiled "I am always proud of my husband rector, he's quite a man"

The rector nodded and wondered off to congratulate the Brigadier on his victory.

Richard walked towards her as he left the field his hands reaching out to take hers.

"Welling done darling you were marvellous"

"Thank you, do I get a kiss for my efforts?" He teased

"Of course, although I'm planning on giving you more than just a kiss later when we're alone" she said gently pressing her lips to his.

When the kiss ended he couldn't help but smile "Mmm...I think I need more congratulations"

He wrapped his arms around her waist as her wound around his neck. She knew they were in public but she couldn't help herself. She leaned in and kissed him deeply bringing her body flush against his.

Richard eventually eased the kiss pulling back enough to look in her eyes, breathing heavily "My God I love you"

Audrey shivered at his words, he told her all the time of course but there was something so wonderful when he did it in public.

She curled her fingers into the hair at the back of his head, sighing when he pulled her even closer to him taking her lips in a passionate kiss.

Mrs Poo and Henry chuckled at the couple "Do you think we should tell them they are being photographed" Henry asked nodding at the local newspaper photographer.

Mrs Poo shook her head "No let them see it in the paper, I may ask that young man for a copy for them it would make a good anniversary gift"

When they finally came up for air they were both panting "If that's the response I get I may have to make playing cricket a regular thing darling"