No, that wasn’t true. Not something. Pretty much everything.

And where the hell was Jason going so urgently after everything they’d just talked about?

There was one way to find out, she guessed.

She grabbed her shoes, her coat, her keys, and was soon out of the door and running down the corridor.

Chapter Fifty-Five

Steven Grant lay back in the bed, panting heavily. His brow, chest and back were covered in a thin film of sweat from the exertion. Mary flopped down beside him in the bed and slung an arm over his naked torso.

‘Fuck. Me,’ she said, through laboured breaths.

‘I thought I just did.’

He looked over at her and smiled. She pecked him on the lips, then got up from the bed.

‘Just going to freshen up,’ she said, before sauntering seductively into the en suite.

Grant watched her the whole way, enjoying the view. He closed his eyes and let out a contented sigh.

He didn’t intend to, but before she’d come back out, he drifted happily off to sleep.

Not for long though. Grant’s eyes shot wide open when he heard a shout. His head jumped up off the pillow. He spotted Mary – her dressing gown now on – standing by the window, a hand over her mouth. Grant looked at the bedside clock, then back at Mary. It was only ten p.m. He’d been asleep for all of five minutes, though it was long enough for his mind to be foggy.

‘What’s going on?’ he asked.

‘There’s someone out there.’

‘This again?’

Grant pushed himself up in the bed, leaning the weight of his torso on one elbow. He was still trying to overcome his sleepiness, nowhere near as alert or bothered as Mary wanted him to be.

‘Well don’t just sit there!’ she yelled.

‘All right, all right, I’m coming.’ Grant forced himself out of the bed. ‘Why were you at the window anyway?’

‘I wasn’t at the window! I heard a noise. Banging. I went to look.’

Grant was still struggling to believe this was all happening again, but Mary certainly seemed adamant. He grabbed his dressing gown before heading over to her. He pushed the curtains aside and peered out. He really couldn’t see a thing; it was too dark out there. The security light at the front of the house hadn’t tripped.

‘Probably a cat or a fox or something,’ he said.

‘It wasn’t a damn fox. I saw someone, on the drive.’

‘You’re sure?’ Grant felt a glimmer of doubt; Mary was so insistent.

‘Yes, I’m sure!’

‘Fine. Let me go and take a look.’