She had no idea what time it was, but it was still dark outside. She picked out the shapes of the furniture in the room, trying to get her bearings. It was a different layout to the slightly smaller room she’d occupied – or rather, not occupied – on the next floor up. With a wince she tried to remember where her clothes might be. Scattered somewhere across the floor. Oh God, had they really snogged in the street? In the lift? Burst through his bedroom door in a desperate rush to strip off each other’s clothes? She closed her eyes to shut out the starburst of images and the accompanying sensation of warmth in every last one of her lady parts. Hannah Campbell, you tart. She couldn’t help smiling though – it had been bloody lovely.

Next to her, Conor shifted in his sleep and she froze again. How was she going to extricate herself from this? If she left now while he was still asleep, she wouldn’t have to face him. She could get in the little hire car she’d picked up from the airport yesterday morning and drive away. He probably wouldn’t mind. In fact, he’d probably be quite relieved. Let’s face it, he was powered with the sort of Duracell-strength charm that would attract anyone he wanted. Yes, he’d be relieved to be spared her stuttering, gauche embarrassment. Last night’s Hannah had been some weird aberration fuelled by Dutch courage. She would put it down to Ireland Hannah. Today saw the resumption of normal service and the return of England Hannah. Yes, the sensible thing would be to creep out now.

She slid out of bed and ducked to the floor with outstretched hands, trying to find her things. Creeping around an unfamiliar room trying to scramble into your clothes before you were caught was easier said than done. Ah, trousers! Where were her knickers? Inching her way across the soft carpet, her fingers scrabbled and by pure chance found them nestled into the skirting board. God, this was exactly why she didn’t normally do this sort of thing. She was not cut out to be a ninja. With a cautious glance towards the bed, she wriggled into her knickers and trousers. When she found her top, she yanked it on quickly, praying she’d find her bra soon. And there it was. To save time, she stuffed it into her trouser pocket.