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He turned to her, towering over her, his anger taking her breath away, ht-headed ‘Love didn’t stop any of that for me and I’m damn sure it didn’t help you either’

‘I-I,’ she staer ‘I…no’

The roo upright almost impossible She stu her eyes as everything began to spin and turn

‘Lisa,’ Max demanded as he crouched beside the bed and looked into her eyes ‘Are you ill?’

If she wasn’t ht she was really ill For the briefest of seconds she wanted to smile and reach out to him, but the fury of moments earlier was still there in his eyes and the affirmation that he despised love and any sentimental emotions burned in her mind

‘I’ at the soft faux-fur throw as if it were a lifeline ‘I think I just need so to eat’

Relief rushed over his face and for a uarded and she wondered what he hadn’t yet told her What it was that haunted him so much, because she was certain it wasn’t just his father walking out, that it was more than that, much more

He stood up slowly ‘Then I will fix you soo out for dinner’

‘Thanks’ The moment of openness had passed He was behind the shutters once h she didn’t want to, she could feel herself retreating there too ‘I’ll have a shower then come down’

Max sat in the kitchen, the tea and toast he’d decided would be best waiting as he heard Lisa co the s about her like a child in a toy store at all the decorations, and he hated that things had gone wrong thisAt least now he understood her reservations about him as a father She didn’t want her child to be e if her father wanted her or not

Anger si used that way by the veryAnd then she’d married him, a man incapable of any kind of love or protection

‘Better?’ He kept his voice casual as she entered the small rustic kitchen

‘Yes, thanks, and this looks good’ She sat with hierly ate the toast and sipped at the tea