The Sunshine of My Life, Stevie Wonder
You are the apple of my eye. Forever you’ll stay in my heart.
Robbie Lewis shook his head. "Begging your pardon, sir, but have you ever done anything spontaneously? Without thinking it to death?" He immediately regretted the words, even though he couldn't help the exasperation that had triggered them, and waited for Morse to prickle up like the grizzled old hedgehog he could be.
His DI had a few surprises left. Instead of prickling, he gave one of his rare, quiet smiles. "I proposed to Joan." Lewis had noticed he always got the same tender expression when he spoke of his wife. "I did that on the fly. Best thing I've ever done." His gaze sharpened. "But I've learned not to trust my luck. Besides, we solve puzzles, Lewis. That takes consideration, and reflection. Thinking." He finished his sandwich (Thursday: ham and Emmental with tomato), and offered Lewis half of the grapes Joan had sent along with it, washing it all down with the last of his pint. "Now then, Lewis, we have a murder to solve."