“It is the nature of whatever is between us that we make no demands upon each other.” “Don’t,” I ordered, my hands curling into fists in my lap. “Don’t be understanding and accommodating. It is upsetting.” He turned his head, a small smile playing about his lips. “I haven’t been, if it consoles you. I sulked for the better part of the time you were in Madeira. No, I lie. I raged for the first few months, then I moved on to sulking.” “Is that why you did not write? To punish me?” “I did not write because you told me not to,” he reminded me gently. “Since when do you do as you’re told?” I
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