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Anyway, the point was, he’d dis spending ti her in on his latest project at the co his feet in the world again—that it had taken longer than it should to notice that Zoey wasn’t her norslea Gallery

As they wandered around the exhibition opening night party, however, there was no denying it

So

As soon as he knew that, he could see the signs of it in every moveripped onto a nearby chair too tightly, turning down a glass of chae she developed as another waiter brought round a tray of prawn canapés

‘Are you feeling okay?’ he asked as she shook her head at the waiter

‘I’m fine,’ she replied But her smile didn’t reach her eyes

Maybe she was physically fine, Ash decided, but that didn’ton

She was avoiding alcohol—because she was afraid that if they got drunk together again they’dso stiff and was the conversation so stilted and one-sided because she still felt aard around him?

Or was there so else?

Whatever it was, they definitely needed to talk about it And not surrounded by priceless art and hundreds of other people, preferably

‘Where did you fancy for dinner?’ he asked casually, hoping to build up to leaving early

Zoey’s eyes widened and the green tinge got stronger ‘Sorry Be right back’

And she was gone, through the crowds, towards the cloakroom

Okay, she definitely wasn’t fine, whatever she said And there was so at the back of his head, that told him he knehat the problem was

No She’d have told me by now

Following at a slower pace, Ash irl who’d welcos