He couldn’t save her. It all happened too fast. Warwick would never forget the horrible sound Amber’s head made when it hit the floor at the bottom of the stairs, or the way she lay, in a crumpled heap. Not moving, maybe not breathing. She’s dead, came the horrifying thought as he raced down the stairs, his own heart almost stopping as he knelt beside her still body and tried to find her pulse. ‘Please don’t let her be dead,’ he prayed for the first time in his life. When her eyelashes fluttered and a soft moan escaped her lips, his heart lurched back to life, his relief almost as great as his guilt. Because her falling was all his fault. What had he thought he was doing, threatening her like that, then chasing her up the stairs? No wonder she’d panicked. He’d obviously scared her. So much for his earlier plan to return and play the role of the penitent lover, all apologies and kisses. Instead, as he’d sat outside in the street, waiting for Hansen to leave, he’d fairly seethed with uncontrollable jealousy.
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