Chapters (70)
- Cover
- Praise for Two Wrongs
- Praise for Mel McGrath
- About the Author
- Also by Mel McGrath
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Author Note
- Acknowledgements
- Extract
- 1
- About the Publisher
‘But that means that we have to work together to make sure this thing with Satnam doesn’t derail you.’ He taps two fingers on the back of her hand and oh God, she could burst. ‘So I think you should tell me what’s troubling you. Your friend in hospital, obviously, but deeper than that.’
She sits back in her chair feeling the breath in her body, sensing that the time has finally come and that the Dean will not only listen but he will understand. Taking a deep breath through her nose she opens her mouth and begins to speak, starting with what Jessica had said about the row at the Valentine’s Day party, leaving Natasha out of the picture, and going on to say that she had found Satnam crying and saying she wanted to leave and how she, Nevis, is someone who likes clear lines of thought and this has all become a bit of a jumble in her head and left her unsure what to think.
Once she’s finished, to her surprise, he reaches out and takes her hand in his as if he were placing something very precious in it. There is something so shocking about the feel of her hand inside another, larger and masculine, that she does not think to pull away. Perhaps she does not want to pull away. She is not thinking about Jessica or about Satnam now. She is thinking about him, the touch of his palm in hers, the pulse in his fingers, the brush of the hairs on his arm on her wrist. The moment lasts a few seconds but leaves her feeling deliciously bewildered.
‘Look,’ he says, ‘there’s absolutely no point in speculating about what might or might not have been going through Satnam’s mind. The important thing is to stay strong and try not to let any of this get to you. Stay away from social media and keep your distance from anyone who tries to push you off course.’ He sets his glass aside and dabs at his mouth. She watches his lips. ‘Speaking of which, haven’t I seen you and Natasha Tillotson together in the last couple of days? You were in the library, as I recall.’
‘Yes,’ – she hadn’t spotted him there, ‘but I’ve only got to know her very recently. Since…’ She tails off, realising that she hasn’t mentioned Tash’s emails and wondering if she should, then deciding against it. From what he just said the Dean thinks Tash might come into the category of people it might be best to avoid right now. Besides which, there is no need to resort to tittle-tattle or idle gossip. The Dean would think less of her if she divulged anything that wasn’t relevant or made Natasha look bad.