Hadn't heard the door swing open. Only when he pushed it closed behind him did Tina realize that Frank Harrison had walked into her flat. She turned and smiled at him, trying to hide her fear, praying that he hadn't overheard. At the same time she pressed down on the cradle of the phone, severing the connection. `Frank,' she beamed with practised sincerity. 'I wasn't expecting you this early.' She replaced the receiver and moved away from it. 'I thought I'd surprise you,' Harrison told her, the bouquet of roses held in one hand so that it bore more resemblance to a club than an offering of affection. He smiled but the gesture never touched his eyes. He held the flowers out before him, as if daring her to take them for him. She took a pace forward, reaching for the bouquet. `They're beautiful,' she said, preparing to take the offering. Instead, Harrison jerked them back from her grasp and gripped her wrist with his free hand, pulling her close to him. 'If you're that pleased with them then prove it,' he said, smiling even more broadly.
