"What do you mean?" Imogen frowned at her.
"I'm just saying." Robbie leant forward and took another sandwich. "What if…"
"They could be arguing," Janka filled in.
"Nah, they wouldn't." Imogen paused for a moment. "Would they?"
Robbie shrugged.
Meredith patted Imogen's knee. "If they do, it will be because they had things they needed to say to one another, and that's essential for them to do if they were to ever get back together."
"Yeah, but…" Imogen chewed the inside of her mouth. "They love each other."
Meredith laughed. "And those are the worst arguments. Because they really mean something."
"Do you and Schultz argue?" Imogen asked.
It was Schultz who answered, "All the time, she's very bossy is your grandma." His eyes searched for Meredith, a smile on both faces.
“Well, either way then… Hopefully, they fix something,” Imogen said.
“We can only hope.” Meredith winked at her.
Chapter twenty-three
"What time is it?" Rosa asked as she tried to move. The sofa was quite comfortable and wider than hers back at home, but with Billy pressed up against her, arm around her waist, hot breath against her neck as her face nestled there. Her body tensed, hyperaware of every point of contact.
"No idea," Billy mumbled without moving.
"Do you think you could unhand me?" Rosa asked as she fidgeted. "I need to go to the—"
Billy raised her arm, and with it, the duvet. "Yep. Sorry…"
Rosa twisted and sat up, standing quickly. She shivered, arms wrapping around herself, and reached for her jumper, pulling it on. "It's freezing."
Billy opened her eyes and blinked at the brightness several times before her eyes properly came into focus. "Fire's out."
"I can see that," Rosa said as she stepped around the coffee table. Quickly crossing the room, she stopped at the doorway to the bathroom and flicked the light switch. Nothing happened. "Electricity is still out."
Sitting up, Billy surveyed the options. They'd pretty much burned through the logs she'd brought in the day before. Glancing up through the window, she noted the slightly pink sky and the dots of white that still fluttered towards the earth. "It's still snowing," she said loudly enough that Rosa could hear.
The door to the bathroom was open enough to allow some light in. After a minute, she heard the toilet flush and the water from the tap splashing into the basin.
"I'll make some coffee," Rosa said as she exited the bathroom and came back into view, tiptoeing towards the kitchen area. As she turned, Billy smiled at the bare backside on display.
"I'll get a fire going." Billy stood up and stretched just as Rosa turned back to her. Relaxing her body, she noticed how Rosa was staring. "Everything alright?" she asked. Her sweater was on the end of the couch, and she grabbed it and pulled it over her head. "Rosa?"
"Yes." Rosa shook herself out of it. "Sorry, I just…it's all too…you're naked."
Billy chuckled. "I am…you are too." She pointed out the obvious. "Kind of happens when two people spend all night being intimate."
Rosa tugged her lower lip between her teeth. "Are we doing the right thing?" she finally asked. "It's just…what if…"
"We're moving at your pace, Rosa…" Billy said, closing the space between them. "But I'm not worrying about ‘what-ifs’. They are just obstacles that lead to confusion and imagined problems. I love you, and I know what I want, and I'm here to work at it…with you."
"There's no electricity," Rosa answered.
"Between us? Are you kidding?" Billy's brows shot up. "You're kidding, right?"
