She watched the road, too, with a gentle hum of happiness in the background of her thoughts. A gust of wind brought down a shower of leaves and an edge of regret crept in – she didn't want this trip to end. Well, nor did he, but he had to make sure she'd completely recovered. A month hadn't seemed like enough, but he could feel the power pulsing from her soul this morning. Luce's heart froze. Mel had recovered. He'd succeeded and that meant their holiday was over. Damn. "The holiday bit, yes," Mel said softly and it took Luce a moment to realise she'd spoken aloud. "If I no longer need to rest, then I must return to my tasks." "Can't we take another week? Just the two of us? We have the loft for another fortnight. Surely we're entitled to enjoy our holiday, too," Luce pleaded, hating the weakness in his voice. Just the thought of losing her to whatever political crisis needed her next, as he stayed in HELL without her. "We don't need to return to the office just yet.
