Of course. Struan.
Struan
You still awake?
I can’t stop thinking about this evening
My pulse goes funny. I type outme neitherthen delete it. Instead:
Ainsley
I think we got a bit carried away
The dots appear almost immediately.
Struan
Maybe. But I’m glad we did
Butterflies. Actual traitorous butterflies doing loop-the-loops in my stomach.
Then reality barges in.
Lily still adjusting to our new life. The salon barely off the ground. My heart still held together with tape.
I can’t be going down this road right now. Not with anyone, andcertainlynot with Struan Walker, who has charm written into his DNA and a reputation that precedes him.
Ainsley
It can’t happen again, Struan
It was a mistake
Harsh, but necessary. I need to remindmyselfas much as him that I can’t let this happen.
Struan
I disagree. Tonight wasn’t just impulse
Short. Certain.
My throat goes dry.
Struan
Whatever this is between us, it’s been building since you fell into my lap at soft play
I snort despite my racing heart.
Ainsley
You’re imagining it
Struan
No, I’m not. The looks. The banter. The way we are around each other. Deny it all you want, Ainsley, but there’s something there
And damn him, he’s right.
