They had scarcely had time to remove their clothing before desire had overwhelmed them both, and Maria had no mind to care for all of the fulfillment she had gleaned from their encounter. Her husband was home, in her arms and she was satisfied. It had been nine months since she had been able to claim such a thing. Idly, she brushed her fingers through his hair- longer than he habitually kept it- and then kissed his temple.

"What, you chose not to preoccupy yourself with some pretty young Turk? I am flattered." Her tone was mocking, but she kissed him again and could not stop touching him. "I love you."