No
Then, why did you have to bend over and pick up her handbag off the ground? Tell us why?
To give my body a minute to recover, so she wouldn’t notice.
you enjoyed touching her. Are you planning todate her?
I can’t. It would complicate everything.
Are you planning tomarry her?
Does she meet your criteria for a wife? Is she the equal you’ve been holding out for?
An equal inevery way?
Inevery way?
No,he conceded grimly.
So what is she to you? A soft body on a dark night?
Then what? You’ll leave her to pick up the pieces while you fly off tothe city.
Hasn’t she suffered enoughalready?
She’s the first assistant to really cares about your father. And this is how youthank her?
And you have the nerve to call her husbanda bastard?
George sighed.
He deserved a United Nations certificate all to himself.Arsehole ofthe year.
Tomorrow there would be a new plan. He’d keep it strictly business. In fact, he’d go to the municipal offices in the village and take care of his father’s business from there. Out of her way.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow.Tomorrow.
Tonight was coming to an end far too quickly; already they were through the woods, and the house came into view. Faint light by the front door underthe porch.
He searched for something to delay them, an excuse to stop. To hold her hand again.
No, let the night end naturally. Say a polite good night and don’tkiss her.
Don’tkiss her.
Too soon they were at the front door.
“Thank you for a lovely walk,” she said as they entered the house and stood at the bottom of the stairs.
It felt like the endof a date?
Don’t you darekiss her.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said quickly, then he took the stairs, two at a time up to his room and closedthe door.
Liar.
Liar, liar, liar,his conscience taunted.There is no tomorrow for the two of you.
