Relative Ethics. Caroline Anderson
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Название: Relative Ethics
Автор: Caroline Anderson
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472060044
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‘Rubbish,’ she got out, and he snorted.
‘Look at you. If you aren’t affected by seeing me again, why are you trying to throttle that cup?’
Surprised, Bron glanced down and made an immediate conscious effort to relax. The coffee slopped on to her skirt and she smacked the cup down on to the saucer with a defiant clatter. ‘Damn—now look what you’ve made me do!’
Unruffled, Oliver produced a clean handkerchief from his pocket and blotted her skirt unnecessarily thoroughly.
‘Thank you,’ she muttered through tight lips, and he chuckled.
‘Oh, Bron. Look, I have to go and start the afternoon list. What are you doing tonight?’
She closed her eyes. Surely he didn’t think she was going to let him pick up where they left off? Thinking of that gave her heart an unruly and unwelcome flutter, and she crushed the memory of his lovemaking with ruthless vigour. Lovemaking, indeed! Sex. A juvenile exercise in relieving hormones. So he was particularly good at it. So what? There were other things—like loyalty.
‘Going home, putting my feet up and telling someone very important to me how much I love them.’
His mouth thinned. Good. He had misunderstood, as she had intended.
‘OK. But we need to talk, Bron, because there’s a lot we didn’t say.’
‘You’re too late, Oliver.’ Years too late.
He stood up and sighed again, running his hand through his hair in that gesture she knew so well.
‘Nevertheless—I left abruptly, without time to say half of the things I wanted to say to you, and I want to apologise.’
‘So, you’ve apologised.’ Her voice softened. ‘I was sorry to hear about your brother-in-law. How was—Clare?’
‘Devastated, but the baby’s made a great deal of difference to her life, as you can imagine.’
Bron tried not to laugh. Oh, yes, she could imagine—only too well!
‘What was it?’ she asked, turning the knife.
‘A boy—lovely, healthy little lad. She called him after Tom, but he looks just the way I did as a child. The Henderson genes must be very strong.’
She could imagine that, too. Livvy was the spitting image of her father, from that startlingly direct blue gaze to the unruly tumble of golden hair. She squeezed back the tears that threatened, and rose to her feet.
‘I must get back to work. I’m glad Clare’s OK and the baby was all right. I’ll see you…’
She forced herself to walk away, and when she glanced back from the door she saw him watching her with a strangely unguarded expression in his eyes.
Oh, hell. That was all she needed. For two years she had told herself that he was an opportunist, an unscrupulous bastard—not her favourite word, she thought with a pang—but what if she was wrong?
No, she told herself firmly. Whether his feelings for her had been genuine or not, he was married, and he jolly well should have made that clear and remained faithful, even if only in body.
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