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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. PROLOGUE
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  69. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  70. MORE FROM KERI BEEVIS
  71. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  72. About Boldwood Books

She was in complete darkness now, banging frantically on the door and begging to be let out.

Mrs W didn’t speak again and Hannah heard the bolt click into place, then Mrs W’s footsteps growing more distant before the slam of another door.

That was when Hannah realised she was all alone.

27

Liam finally made contact on Sunday afternoon, about four hours after Hannah had reached the conclusion she would never hear from him again.

When her phone rang, she was out for a test walk, making sure her ankle would hold up if she resumed her dog-walking duties in the morning. Confident it would, she stopped by to see her dog charges and their humans to let them know she was back in business.

It was as she was walking back to her flat that Liam called, and she blinked at the screen in surprise, hesitating for a moment before answering. He had cut her off with no contact, simply saying something had come up and he had to go away. She had no right to be upset about that. He owed her nothing. She wasn’t a part of his life. They had simply connected over an interview for his book.

‘Hello?’ She kept her tone casual.

‘Hannah, it’s Liam. Sorry I’ve been off the grid. Something came up.’

There it was, that vague ‘something’ again.

She kept her tone breezy. ‘It’s not a problem. Is everything okay?’

‘Yeah, just family stuff.’

She knew nothing about his family, except there was the sister who had given him Tank, but that, of course, was because they had only ever talked about Hannah and her life. She didn’t push it, knowing he would only change the subject.

‘Look, sorry I had to cancel on you. I wondered if we could catch up this evening. If you don’t have any plans, of course.’

She was certain he had only added that last sentence out of politeness. They both knew she was unlikely to have plans. Still, her heart hitched a little at the thought of seeing him, which in turn annoyed her, because it wasn’t supposed to be about that.

‘I can do this evening.’

God, Hannah. Stop sounding so eager.

‘Great. Are you okay to come here again? I’ll feed you.’

‘Sure, and thanks.’ Now her ankle wasn’t hurting so much, she could take her car.

‘Shall we say about seven? I should be back by then.’

‘Seven is fine.’

His car was there when she arrived and the front light on, much to Hannah’s relief. Still, as she parked in the driveway and headed up the steps on to the porch, she couldn’t help but think back to the last time she visited, remembering how defenceless she had been when the car had pulled up, and the memory sent an icy shiver down her spine.