Connor had waited for an hour for her to turn up for their date? An hour? Did he really do that? She glanced at him. He smiled, looking composed. With a steadying breath, she put her cup down. How should she start this? “My aunt dropped me off in front of the hotel just before seven,” she said. “I was on my way up to get changed when I bumped into Lori and that friend of yours she met at your party. I don’t remember his name.” “That was probably Frank,” he said. “Yeah, that’s it. I thought it was lucky that Lori’s mum had already driven off. My aunt wouldn’t have been happy to see Lori walking out of a hotel with a man. She would have known straight away what Lori had been up to. She knows what her daughter’s like, but she’d rather not see proof of it.” She puffed, readying herself for the next part of her story. For some strange reason, she was apprehensive of Connor’s reaction. “Lori was her usual exuberant self and asked about my night with you. I didn’t even know that she’d noticed you’d left with me.
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