On reflection, his reaction was valid and she had overlooked that angle. Colour mounted in her cheeks and his anger stimulated her defence. 'You would have booked up that case.' He gave her a cynical look. 'I have more than one case. . .you don't need to make excuses. It is all too obvious.' His attitude was dismissive, his voice hard, his gaze unnerving. She knew wretchedly that she had never loved him so passionately, or desired him more. He stood there, challenging, attractive, as the last frail thread of their relationship was smashed. In turn, Adam fought against the hunger within him. Of what use was deluding himself that she would ever reciprocate his feelings? A perfect opportunity had been offered for them to work together and she had made Irene the excuse to forgo it, only to take this case a short while afterwards. As he had already stated, he now knew where he stood. This was the finish. They stood there uncertainly for a second before he said brusquely, 'If you would take me to my patient?' Emma didn't deceive herself.
