Chapter 48

His face lit up. “That would be great. I was just going to plonk myself in front of the telly, or do something just as pointless. But getting out of London sounds great.”

My smile matched his. “Do you want me to pick you up?”

He told me where he lived, and we agreed on a time for me to be there.

Just before he left the house, he gave me a quick hug. I thought I would cum in my shorts. Fortunately I didn’t have to speak—I wouldn’t have had enough breath to force air past my vocal chords. I just gavehim a quick return squeeze, and we parted.

I collapsed back into the kitchen chair. Lane—who had been in hiding during Liam’s brief visit—came into the kitchen and jumped on my knee. Stroking him idly I replayed the past half hour.

“You don’t date. And you certainly don’t arrange to go out for the day with a straight guy, and a policeman to boot. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?” I asked the oven. It came as no surprise when the oven didn’t offer a reply.