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Chapter 4

Edward’s hand crept across the table to rest on mine, and he started gently rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. “Oh?” was all he said.

You know how you keep things bottled up inside and you think they’re safely sealed away? But just like those bottles of home-made ginger beer my gran used to make, sometimes the pressure just builds up and up until the cork pops out and everything spills over and makes one hell of a mess, but there’s no way you can stop it. “Phil was cheating on her. With me.” I jerked my hand back before Edward could drop it in disgust. “Bloody great uncle, aren’t I?”

“Why did you do it?” Edward asked softly. His eyes looked almost black in the candlelight as they burned into mine.