‘You’ve forgotten something,’ he whispered at length.
‘No I haven’t.’ I smiled, wondering if my face might crack, so long had it been since I’d smiled like that, so rusty with disuse seemed my cheek muscles. ‘And I shall sign something to more dramatic effect just as soon as I can. But in the meantime,’ I linked my hands around his neck and brought his lips down to meet mine again, ‘consider yourself sacked, Mr Hetherington.’
THE END