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‘Grace? What’s wrong with Grace?’

Finlay really didn’t want to get into this He could already hear the protectiveness in Frank’s voice He should have guessed it would be there ‘Nothing’s wrong, but have you seen her?’

‘No, sir Not in the last hour at least’

Finlay put down the phone She could easily have run out but he had the strangest feeling that she hadn’t

He walked back outside, leaving the penthouse door open behind hi towards the stairs When he pushed the door open he felt a rush of cold air around him

The roof She’d gone to the roof

He ran up the stairs, two at a ti when he reached the top

She was standing at the end of the roof, staring out over London She wasn’t thinking of

No She couldn’t be But the fleeting thought made him reluctant to shout her back in

He crossed the roof towards her As he neared he could see she was shivering—shivering badly

He reached out and touched her shoulder and she jumped

‘Grace? What are you doing out here? You’ll freeze’

She nised his voice but she didn’t turn towards him Her arms were folded across her chest and more wisps of her hair had escaped from the bun

He walked around slowly, until he was in front of her, blocking her view

Her lips were tinged with blue and her face streaked with tears

Guilt washed over him like a tidal wave

Hiirl cry

Why? After five years he’d thought he was just about ready to move on But Christmas was always the hardest time for hi Christht back what he had lost

Thank goodness he still had his coat on He undid the buttons and shrugged it off, slipping it around her shoulders