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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  62. EPILOGUE
  63. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  64. MORE FROM GEMMA ROGERS
  65. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  66. ABOUT BOLDWOOD BOOKS

‘I don’t think so, I’m sure I would remember,’ I said, searching for a change of subject. ‘I’m sorry for rushing off early tonight. I’d love to do this again?’ I added.

Ian’s eyes flashed to the floor. The corner of a metal cash box poked out from under the lower level of the coffee table. I quickly averted my gaze. What was in there? Had he seen me looking?

‘I’d like that. Dinner next time?’

‘Sure.’

‘Where would you like to go?’ He leant forward, placing his mug on the coffee table. I followed suit with mine, although I had failed to use a coaster. He rectified that in seconds and I just caught myself before I rolled my eyes.

‘I’ll let you choose, I’m sure you know where the food is good. I don’t get out much,’ I said, playing to his ego.

He rubbed his chin, but a buzzing from his phone interrupted him as he was about to speak. He snatched it up, turning away from me. The box had been pushed fully under the table, out of sight. There was something in there he didn’t want me to see.

‘No problem,’ he said, ‘taxi’s here.’ My shoulders relaxed. Finally. Why hadn’t he tried anything? He’d had the perfect opportunity.

We stood and for the second time Ian helped me on with my coat; brushing my neck as he adjusted the collar of my jacket which had turned inward. My neck tingled, skin on fire, but not from pleasure. His hand pressed into the small of my back, guiding me out of the door and navigating the steps until we were out of the building. He opened the taxi door for me and I stiffened as he drew me in for a kiss, his tongue penetrating. I knew I was awkward, I couldn’t help it, even with the alcohol. It was over in a second and Ian wished me goodnight, closing the car door between us. Before I knew it, I was being driven away; the taxi driver looking on in amusement as I wiped my mouth with my sleeve.

34

HIM

Something about her made me curious. She intrigued me from the moment I saw her. The way she carried herself; her slight frame and elfin features. Eve. Such a pretty name for a pretty girl. Now we’ve gotten to know each other; we’ve become friends and perhaps maybe something more. I want to find out her secrets and the things that keep her awake at night.