‘Anyway, if I ever get really desperate, there’s always your offer to fall back on.’ Dexter stopped walking. ‘What offer?’ ‘Do you remember you used to say if I was still single when I got to forty you’d marry me?’ ‘Did I say that?’ He winced. ‘Bit patronising.’ ‘I thought so at the time. But don’t worry, I don’t think it’s legally binding or anything, I’m not going to hold you to it. Besides, there’s still seven years to go. Plenty of time …’ She began walking again, but Dexter stood still behind her, rubbing his head like a boy who is about to reveal that he’s broken the best vase. ‘I’m
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