‘I thought I could talk you around.’
‘Well, you can’t. It was wrong, Kai, and I don’t want your money. And I hate that you didn’t explain.’
‘But it’s required. Money, gifts, gold... any of those.’ He sighs, and I realise I’ve resumed my rant.
‘Not that amount of money,’ I add softly.
‘Maybe not,’ he agrees quietly. ‘But I want you to have that and more. I know how much you deplore the differences between our financial states.’
‘I do not!’ I answer indignantly, my voice rising again.
‘Yes, you do. You see it as a something between us, something separating us. Keeping us apart.’
‘I don’t want your money,’ I reply, despite his acknowledgement hitting a raw nerve.
‘Well, that’s okay because now you have your own.’
‘You’re a pain in my arse.’
‘Because I talk sense?’
‘Because you’d argue black is white and sell snow to Eskimos all without breaking into a sweat.’
‘I think you’ll find the correct term is Inuit. You married a lawyer. Don’t expect to win any arguments, sweetheart.’
‘Then we won’t argue.’ I slide my arm across his chest for a one armedhug. ‘I just won’t speak to you instead.’
Lifting his head from the pillow, in the dim light he peers down at me, teeth gleaming in the moonlight. ‘Is that a threat?’
‘A promise.’ Beneath me, his chest rises and falls as he sighs. ‘Like I want you to promise you won’t hide anything from me.’
‘I promise I won’t.’ I’m not at all sure I believe him as he brushes his lips against my head.Especially when he thinks he’s right. ‘Try to get some sleep.’
Wrapped in his arms, I do.
