This is the last chapter of this story.

Makepeace could sense that daylight had filled the room. She opened her eyes to see that Dempsey was lying with his back to her, his breathing steady. She smiled as memories of the night spent with him came back to her. She lifted her head off the pillow and let her eyes wander down his body. Somewhere in the night he had thrown the covers off him and he was exposed from the waist upwards. Her eyes moved up to his ruffled head of hair. He'd tossed and turned as much as she had. Then with a will of its own her hand moved towards him and hovered just above his shoulder. It lowered itself very slowly until it was resting gently against his skin. She stopped and waited to see if he would wake. He remained motionless. She bit her lip, she was thinking, contemplating.

Dempsey slowly opened his eyes but moved no other part of his body. He blinked to focus. He could feel Makepeace's hand on his shoulder and then suddenly he caught sight of her face. He frowned in confusion for a second before he realised that it wasn't her actual face he was looking at but a reflection of it in the mirror at the foot of the bed. He watched her expression with fascination as she ran her hand lightly down his arm and then paused, watching, waiting, looking slightly guilty. He half closed his eyes and wondered what she would do next.

She tilted her head and placed her hand flat on his back, her eyes flitting all the time over his exposed skin. Then she wriggled a little closer to him but stopped in mid wriggle, waiting again for evidence that he had sensed it. He had to fight to stop the laughter that he felt rising to the surface but he wasn't going to interrupt this for anything. She wriggled closer to him again until he could feel her close behind and then she lifted her arm, placing it over and around him. Again she stopped and waited. He felt her shoulder pressed against his back. It contrasted with the softness of her upper body, a softness that created an ache inside him. Then she lowered her head and rested it next to his, nuzzling into the back of his neck a little. He felt her kiss him there and his whole body tingled.

Then without warning the moment was abruptly interrupted by the ear piercing sound of the alarm going off. She dived for it, reaching over him and stopping the noise. He looked up at her and she froze.

"Hi," she said, with a quick smile.

He didn't reply, he just watched her with smouldering eyes, eventually leaning suddenly towards her, pressing his lips firmly against hers and then rolling off the bed with a groan.

"Gotta get away from you Harry or I'll not be responsible for my actions!"

He stood with his back to her and then turned, grabbing the corner of the blanket and tugging it off the bed.

"I need this," he said, wrapping it around his lower half. His eyes moved to hers and she tried not to laugh but she couldn't stop the grin that crept across her face.

He pointed an accusatory finger at her. "You're a minx Harriet Makepeace."

She grimaced but he smiled at her. Then his smile faded at the thought of having to return to the office.

"Ughh," he grunted, "work."

She watched him sympathetically. "To be honest I wish I could join you. I'll be bored out of my mind in here all day."

"I'll try to slip away for a bit and come back to see how you're doin', if that's all right."

"Of course," her face lit up. "I'll be looking forward to it."

He smiled. "Good. You have to rest though Harry. The sooner you get stronger, the sooner we'll get you back."

She accepted his point. "I know, I know. My body has to heal."

He looked across at her. "Yeah well it felt perfect to me but…" He looked down the blanket "…better not think about that eh."

She couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her. He gave her a wicked grin.

"Yeah, I'll go get changed now."

When he left for the bathroom Harry got out of bed and went downstairs to put the kettle on. She made them some coffee and toast and then headed back into the hallway to shout up the stairs to him.

"Dempsey, there's some breakfast down here for you if you want it!"

"Sure, thanks," he shouted back, emerging from the bathroom seconds later. He winked at her as he moved from the bathroom back into her bedroom. She smiled and then stooped to pick up the post that lay on the floor by the front door. She was flicking through the letters and returning to the lounge when the telephone rang. Looking up in surprise she threw the post down to pick up the receiver.

"Hello."

"Oh hello. Sorry to bother you but a tenant of mine gave me this number some months ago as a second means of contacting him, a Mr Dempsey his name is."

"Ah yes."

"Well I was just wondering when he was going to pick his front door keys up as he had said that he was going to move back into his apartment yesterday but he never turned up to collect the keys from me."

Her head shot up and her eyes widened. Just then she noticed Dempsey upstairs watching her as he had popped his head around the banister when he'd heard the telephone ring. She held up the receiver to him as if to indicate that the phone call was for him. He grimaced at the look on her face.

"Opps!" he said as his head disappeared again.

She threw the receiver down and ran towards the stairs. "Dempsey!" she shouted as she ran after him. "Come back here!"

Ah hell, looks like I'm in trouble again but I love a feisty Harry and she's gotta catch me first!