Chapter 71

“Anna. How are you, darling? Sorry to keep you waiting.”

She closed the magazine and rose to her feet with a ready smile. “Michael.”

“Your hand? It is still giving you pain?' He drew her towards the far end of the salon and seated her at a basin.

“It aches a little.”

Michael's personal attention was rare, and Anna, by virtue of being David's wife, appeared to

be one of the favoured few.

She wrinkled her nose as he sluiced water over her hair and applied shampoo, rinsed and repeated the process with conditioner, then towelled it dry before leading her to a mirrored cubicle.

“Are you able to drive again?”

‘The specialist says I can. David would prefer Jacob to continue in the role of chauffeur. Although he has compromised and bought me another car.'

“He is being protective, hmm?”

“You could say that,” she agreed with suitable dryness.

Michael picked up his scissors and comb and went to work. “Don't knock it, darling,” he cautioned wryly.

“Men are not usually protective unless they care.