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‘Don’t you? Well, the sex was pretty good’

Megan flinched as though she had been struck, and Alessandro raked restless, frustrated fingers through his hair He hadn’t intended to say that In fact, even harking back to the sex they had had h an invisible barrier that should have remained intact

‘Forget I said that Like everything else between us, that is history I’s were left between us’

‘Not my problem’

She began walking towards the bus stop—sports bag in one hand, rucksack slung over one shoulder, and yet another bag, over the other shoulder She felt hilaring

‘What do you think you’re doing?’

‘Don’t you want to go and see what your boyfriend is up to?’ He dangled the bag over his head and watched as she si her say that she regretted ever going out with him had touched a raw nerve—and who the hell was this Robbie character to her, anyway?

Momentarily distracted by his ain—that rich, warh that could still find some crazy crack in his armour that he hadn’t been aware even existed

‘Maybe I should…’ She trailed the words out, as if giving the from your fiancée?’

‘You really have changed, Megan I reo out you couldn’t even tolerate the thought ofa cup of coffee with one’

‘Yes, I remember It was a very unhealthy place to be, had I but known it at the tierous? she wondered How could these unpleasant, unproductive exchanges ive her the giddy sensation that she alking a tightrope?

‘Maybe I will go and see what Robbie’s up to,’ she said, just in case he really did decide to get on the bus with her ‘Although I think you should be the one to worry Little tip here, Alessandro Robbie could charm the birds from the trees if he put his entles at his feet ‘…you can carry the lot’

She eased her tired shoulders and looked at hi if he would reconsider his decision to hound her and tell her to carry her own bags He didn’t He effortlessly picked up all her bags, and seemed to have little concern for the welfare of his expensive clothes