He chuckles behind me, and the vibrations of laughter from his body are glorious. ‘Not a chance, sweetheart,’ he whispers in my ear. ‘We’re only getting started. I swear to God I’m going to find a way to get you to utter that immortal word in this bed one day.’ ‘What word is that?’ I wonder aloud. He puts his lips to my ear. ‘Spreadsheet.’
