His phone call went to voice mail, and she didn’t answer his text message either. Relief swamped him when his phone beeped and her name appeared as the caller ID. The text told him she was at home. Thank God she’s safe, was his first thought, but then the reality of his position came crashing in, and he made his way back to the apartment with a lump of lead in his chest. He’d been given a chance tonight, a chance he had never imagined he’d be lucky enough to have. And what had he done? He’d messed up. He hadn’t expected Cindy to turn up, but he could have handled things better when she had. He hadn’t wanted to hurt Cindy—it wasn’t her fault that he’d changed—but leaving Jasmine alone while he went down to find Cindy’s shoe had been the wrong thing to do. He hadn’t told Cindy he was with Jasmine because she was bound to run into Kane in the pub and blurt out the information, and with their secret revealed, everything would have to change—their jobs, the team, everything.
