Hidden heroes

‘You complete me,” he murmurs, his eyes focused on the steaming shoulder of lamb I’ve prepared and placed before him. It oozes juices, issuing the scent of garlic-infused lusciousness the way that only roast lamb can. Is it just the lamb that completes him, I wonder? His words leave me aching in anticipation.

I brace myself for The Question. But no. Hugo ignores me and starts dishing up the lamb. Perhaps he’s never going to propose, I think

“Oh,” I say with a little dramatic flutter in my voice, bracing myself for The Question. But no. Hugo ignores me and starts slicing and dishing up the lamb, his tongue sticking out to the left of his mouth the way it does when he concentrates on something. I stare out of the window at a couple of magpies jumping clumsily about