He’d hoped she wouldn’t be there when he came down. He was certain she had an appointment at the beauty salon. He’d actually paid attention to something she said. Had he really not listened properly? ‘Good morning,’ he responded. He opened the fridge and took out the orange juice. ‘You didn’t come to bed last night,’ she remarked. She didn’t lift her head from the magazine she was reading. ‘No. I was late. I didn’t want to disturb you,’ he lied. He couldn’t bear to be in bed beside her when all he could think of was his kiss with Emma. He had slept in one of the guest rooms and let all the memories wave over him as he drifted off to sleep. He wouldn’t let this end like before. Even if he was not Dominic’s father, even if she had lied to him in the past, the connection they had together was undeniable. ‘You are going to training?’ she asked. ‘Yes.’ ‘I will be out all day.’ ‘OK,’ he responded. ‘Please be back before four. The dry-cleaning is arriving.’ The very worst thing about the note was he hadn’t said a time.
