He leant closer, his lips brushed hers, the kiss was just the barest caress. Pulling back a little, his eyes sparkled. 'I've waited all day for that and it's been worth every second, ' he whispered. His fingers stroked her neck, pulling her closer as he kissed her again; the combination was intoxicating. His lips tasted of rich red wine and brandy. When her fianc returns from war service in 1945, artist Rebecca has a rude awakening...