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There was nothing to do with that, except agree

CHAPTER 6

“I CAN’T BELIEVE I DID this again,” Isobel wailed, as she scooped her shirt from the floor It was ripped down the front “I can’t wear this Where are your shirts?”

Calluister she was still there He’d turned into a statue that blocked his front door His open front door Yeah, she’d had sex with a virtual stranger, in full view of the world She was just oozing with class

“Fine! I’ll find them myself” She strode away from hiet cleaned up

Because she’d had unprotected sex

Again!

Had she learned froe mistake, the way any other reasonable adult wo the local bad boy without even sparing a thought for the consequences She had no one to blame but herself He’d stopped to make sure she wanted to carry on And what had she said? Get inwith her hoo-ha and not with her brain If she’d been thinking with her brain, she ht have remembered that she already had two kids and didn’t need a third

She slammed open doors until she found the n that Callus were sparse and there were no personal knick-knacks anywhere She yanked open drawers until she found a shirt One of rey Henleys What the hell was that? Only a serial killer dressed in the sa every damn day She froze for a second Had she had sex with a serial killer? Up against the wall Without any protection

She spun around and saw the perfectly made bed, which irritated her even more Only someone with a deeply disturbed n One of many she should have picked up before she jumped the man Furious, Isobel bounced on the bed until it was a mess

Better She felt much better

There was still no sign of Callum when Isobel strode into the bathroom She turned the shower on to warm up as she surveyed the mess she’d made of herself Her skirt was tucked in on itself and she’d been flashing her backside at Calluh the house Not that it mattered Because really, was there any way she could add to her humiliation? She’d had sex with soer In his hallway In broad daylight With the door open

As steam filled the room, Isobel stripped and threw her trashed underwear in the bin She stepped into the shower and let the heat take her away for a second, before her hand covered her abdoured out that it wasn’t the best tinant It was still possible, but it wasn’t probable She clung to that hope with the seon of sanity she had left

“You aren’t on the pill”

The rough voice startled Isobel, and she screamed