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  2. Love crime, thriller and mystery books?
  3. Also by Valerie Keogh
  4. Dedication
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  53. Acknowledgements
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She returned the pressure. ‘Sorry, I thought I saw someone I knew.’ And maybe she did, maybe she’d looked right into his eyes as he approached or when she’d turned around. His eyes could be on her right at that moment, his footsteps echoing hers. He could be staring at her hand clasped in Flynn’s and thinking about the next stage in his weird campaign to frighten her.

When she pulled her hand away, he stopped, the corners of his mouth downturned. ‘You’ve changed your mind?’

There was a sadness in his eyes that washed away thoughts of Victor. How could Flynn, so charming and handsome, have such poor self-worth? ‘No,’ she said, reaching for his hand with both of hers. ‘I haven’t changed my mind at all.’

Any thought of telling him about Victor was dismissed. For all his size, his broad shoulders, his obvious masculinity, Flynn, she decided, wasn’t a knight in shining armour who’d rush to fight her battles. That was okay. It was nice to have someone to lean on at times, but she was quite capable of fighting her own. She saw relief banish the sadness from his eyes and reached a hand up to caress his cheek. ‘Let’s go home.’

Jodie was more than capable of fighting her own battles… and now, she’d fight his too.

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It was only when Jodie turned the corner into Wilfred Street that it dawned on her that there could be a package hanging from her doorknob, waiting for their arrival. Her hand was still clasped in Flynn’s. She wanted to run ahead and check, like a child, hide the evidence, pretend it never existed.

When they rounded the corner, she tried to keep one step ahead, shielding the front door from view, relief hitting her when she saw nothing there. Maybe it was over, maybe the mouse had been Victor’s swansong. ‘Almost home,’ she said, reaching into her pocket for her keys. She rattled them. ‘I’ve got a spare set, remind me to give it to you.’

Flynn said nothing until they were in the hall, the front door shut behind them. ‘What if it doesn’t work out? If you’re sick of me by the end of the first week.’ The words were blurted out as if he’d been chewing on them for a long time.