Marlowe is taking his boots off; undo the buttons at the back, peel them down and then tug off. Not the most elegant of things to get off, but he's had enough mocking from Darren to put up with anything that Mary Anne can throw at him.

Even if she isn't throwing anything.

Just lying there.

His eye drifts over the curves of her waist and hip, and then he shakes his head slightly and works on the other boot.