If she ever kissed Jackson, it would be the end of decency and good manners. A pair of tigers roaring in the night. Not yesterday in the hospital, that had been a chaste kiss for an invalid. If they ever kissed properly, they would exchange breath, they would exchange souls. Never think about one man in another man’s bed, especially if the man in the bed is your husband. Height of bad manners, Louise. Bad wife. Very bad wife.
