‘I love you, Marcus.’ Taking the napkin from him, Lillian blew her nose noisily and continued to weep as she spoke. ‘I love you. I don’t mind if I’m the first one to say it, nor even if I’m the only one. I just want you to know how very much—’ ‘I love you too,’ he said huskily. ‘I love you too. Lillian . . . Please don’t cry. It’s killing me. Don’t.’
