He laughed. It was a deep rumble that accompanied his eyes which flashed with an obvious delight that made Hannah feel slightly breathless. ‘Probably a good idea, but I like you. You’re not afraid to speak your mind.’

Not when it didn’t matter. She was probably never going to see him again after this evening.

‘And you’re far too sure of yourself. That poor girl in the bar didn’t know what she was getting herself into.’

Conor’s smile faded. ‘No, she didn’t. She doesn’t know me at all, she just thinks she does.’

‘So I did everyone a good turn today. That makes me feel a lot better.’ Hannah shot him a grin, wanting to lighten the atmosphere, which it appeared was easily done.

‘You certainly made me feel a lot better.’ His eyes strayed to her lips with a knowing grin which had her laughing out loud.

‘You never give up do you?’

‘Life’s short. Why not enjoy yourself?’

There was a challenge in his words which lit a spark of rebellion in Hannah’s chest. She’d always been the good girl, always done the right thing, but there was no doubt she was enjoying the flirty banter between them and as for that kiss…

Why not enjoy herself?

Chapter Three

It was one thing to enjoy yourself, which she undoubtedly had done, but it was a completely different kettle of frogs to wake up in a stranger’s bed with absolutely no idea what etiquette dictated she do in these circumstances.

For a moment she lay quite still, the internal groan reverberating around her head. What had she done? Hannah Campbell did not go in for one-night stands, although her mortification was tinged with the tiniest touch of pride. Conor whatever his name was – God, she didn’t even know his surname – well, whatever it was, he knew what he was doing. She still tingled all over at the memory of those kisses and the way his hands had touched her body. She wasn’t a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but after that…! Well, she’d clearly never had proper sex before. Sleeping with Conor had been a revelation.