In Knight & Deigh, confirmed bachelor and businessman Hannice Knight suffered a back injury that left him without the use of his legs. Sophie Deigh, physiotherapist and recent widow, devoted herself to supporting him.
On his father’s death, Hannice inherited a global business and great wealth. Then, together with Sophie, he embarked on a series of activities designed to give him some of the excitement and the freedoms that he felt he had missed out on, by being tied to his father’s business for two decades.
As Hannice’s body recovered, he became ever closer to Sophie, and found himself drifting into a relationship with her that neither had anticipated or intended, and for which neither was fully prepared.
This book follows Hannice’s new adventures as he tries to juggle business, hedonism, marriage and ultimately parenthood.
But all doesn’t go quite as he had planned…
A bump in the Knight is now being published here as a serial; one part each Sunday.
A Bump in the Knight. Chapter eleven, part six
Over the following months, David’s relationship with Jessica remained as strong as it had been on the island, the miracles of modern technology allowing them to be in contact as often and as long as they wished. Indeed, were it not for the lack of face-to-face and, dare I say physical contact, they probably spent more time together than many a regular couple. The excitement leading up the Reeves family’s three-week visit – not only from the youngsters, I might add – was palpable, and much needed to be done in preparation.
Kanene flew over specially to lead a team that we engaged to redecorate and refurbish the apartment that Eddie and Martha use on their visits. They also prepared a bedroom for David, outside the master suite – something he had been asking for ever since his sixteenth birthday. Before that, actually; we had suggested that he could have a separate room once he hit sixteen, but never made good on that promise. Until now.
Our suite occupied the first floor of the main building, with the guest apartment on the ground floor of the west extension. The team prepared two small one-bedroom apartments on the floor above the guest apartment, that the kids could use. We had discussed this fully with Jason and Noalani. Jess had recently passed her sixteenth birthday, and her parents were convinced that she was sensible and trustworthy, as were we about David. However, when they arrived, the six of us sat down together and talked through the situation. The outcome of that conversation was an agreement from the children that they would continue to talk to us openly and responsibly about their developing relationship. For our parts, we undertook that we would deal with whatever they told us in as sensitive, supportive and non-judgemental a way as we could. Our key message was that with much freedom comes much responsibility, particularly to each other.
That they would spend time in each other’s rooms was never in question. That they would indulge in petting, even heavy petting, was expected. It was not until a few days before their departure date that the two of them came down for breakfast, hand in hand, and announced that they had spent the night in the same bed.
“And did you…” Noelani asked.
“No, Mum. We both wanted to, but I was nervous and wasn’t sure whether we should. David said there’d be plenty of time for that. We just cuddled.”
“Just to be safe, make sure you have protection in both rooms,” Sophie said.
I looked at Jason. He was pinching at his throat and tapping his feet. The expression on his face suggested he was on the point of saying something.
“What’s up, Jason?” I whispered.
“She’s just a baby,” he quietly replied.
Noelani picked up on that. “Remember how old we were when we started going out, lover?” she asked.
“This is different,” he said.
“She’s my little girl.”
“How do you think my father felt? And we worked out okay.”
“I know. It’s just…”
“Dad,” Jess said, “if and when David and I make love, we’ll be careful, I promise. Mum put me on the pill a year ago, and we have condoms in our rooms, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to be at it every chance we get. But we might. Not every chance we get, but… you know. Anyway, the point is we’re not pushing ourselves. We are very much in love and we want to spend the rest of our lives together.”
I looked at David; he was nodding, smiling and blushing all at the same time; I was impressed by his ability to multitask to that extent.
Jess continued, “We’ve got decades ahead of us; there’s no point in rushing, is there?”
“That’s my girl,” Jason said; “I’m proud of you.”