“Come back to bed…” His wife smiled enticingly. Geoff gave her a roguish leer and went willingly, dismissing his friends from his mind, at least for the moment.
He woke hours later with a start, a sense of disquiet on his mind. He was disoriented until he realised that he wasn’t in the tent with his travelling companions, wrapped warmly in Wat’s arms but with Phillipa. His wife lay soft and warm beside him but he felt cold and alone.
All he could remember was the hurt betrayal in Wat’s face.
"You lying shite…" accompanied the pained look from Wat.
"I can't think of anything to say." Kate tried to block the sight from Wat's eyes only to be thrust aside.
Chaucer remembered putting on a ‘devil may care’ face but he knew he had broken Wat’s heart at the sight of him in bed with someone else.
Nothing would be the same.
