Chapter 9

“I told you that in confidence.” Chez ground the words out. “In a private moment. I don’t appreciate you using it against me.”

“That’s not my intention,” Rob said. “I swear. But Chez, you’re unhappy and you don’t have to be. I can make it change.”

“Why do you care about whether or not I’m happy?”

“Because I like you. I want to be with you.”

The words were out before he could stop them. Chez took a step back, staring. Rob flushed, heat prickling up his back, sweeping up his neck. His face grew hot.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’d better go.” He turned for the door. “Are you going to be at the motor show at the weekend?”

“Yes. I—I mean, we’ll be there.”

“Maybe I’ll see you then.” The wind snatched away the last of his words. He could only wish it had done the same to those earlier ones.

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