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near her that she could
actually feel him. She could feel his warm breath on her forehead. She
could feel his muscular chest brushing against the side of her arm.
Oh my God!
    She told herself to calm down
and not act stupid in front of him.
    Once she past the threshold of
the house, she bent down to take her shoes off.
    “Alex, that you?” Mrs. Thompson
shouted from the living room.
    “Yes. Hi, Mrs. Thompson,” Alex
said, shooting up as she did so.
    Bam! She collided with Jay, his body very close to
her. Why was he behind her when there was plenty of room in the
hallway? It was not like they were in a tiny closet, for God’s
sake.
    “Sorry,” he said, grinning down
at her, his face seemed to be moving closer to hers.
    Alex smiled apologetically at
him and stroked her fingers through her hair because she was
getting rather hot from being so close to him. Her body was working
overtime, she thought.
    “That’s okay,” she managed to
say, avoiding his eyes as she walked into the living area, with Jay
following close behind her.
    “Oh my dear, I haven’t seen you
for such a long time,” Mrs. Thompson said as she came around the
bench, her arms wide open. She hugged Alex, patting the girl’s back
as she did so.
    “Sorry, I was quite busy with
work and all,” Alex explained, moving back. “Here, it’s from Mum.”
She handed Mrs. Thompson the bag filled with lettuces and
silverbeets. “Mum said hi.”
    “Oh she didn’t have to do that.
Well tell her I say hi back and thank you for these.” She gestured
to the bag in her hand. “What would you like to drink, honey,” she
asked as they both walked into the kitchen.
    “Ribena would be good, thanks,”
Alex said, watching Jay who was now on the other side of the
spacious, modern living room picking up his big mug of beer.
    “Ribena? You got it,” Mrs.
Thompson said, opening her large stainless steel fridge door.
    That’s
better, Alex thought, seeing him sitting on the other side of the
room. Space. She
needed space. She needed to breathe properly. She could feel her
heart slowing down its furious beating back to a normal
rate.
    She left her satchel on the
bar-stall and then took her jacket off. Mrs. Thompson handed her a
glass of Ribena.
    “Thanks,” she said, taking the
cool glass in her hands. “How come Jay’s staying here?” she asked,
taking a sip.
    Mrs. Thompson glanced up with
raised brows. “You know each other, huh?”
    “I met him at the hospital.
Peter was there with him,” Alex said. “I thought he’s staying at a
hotel or something.” She thought he was the type of person who
would only stay in a five stars hotel like the Scenic Hotel or the
Southern Cross Hotel in town.
    “Peter thought Jay needed
company and a change,” Mrs. Thompson said as she took out the
roasted pork and vegetables from the oven. She grunted as she
carried the heavy, hot tray across the small space and placed it on
the chopping block. “Why don’t you set the table, dear?” She
started picking out the roasted potatoes, kumara, and carrots and
put them into a large serving bowl.
    “Sure,” Alex replied, put down
her drink on the bench and proceeded to roll up her sleeves.
“Smells delicious,” she said. Then she shook her hair and tucked
the strands behind her ear so that they were out of her face.
“Where are the plates?”
    “Behind you,” Mrs. Thompson
said without looking up from her pork.
    Alex nodded and turned.
“Shoot!” she gasped as she felt a hard body against her.
    Jayden caught her arm with one
hand to steady her. He placed the now empty mug onto the bench-top
as he searched her face.
    She glanced
up and her heart started to beat out of control— again . Oh God, he was touching her.
Then she felt something wet about her breasts. She glanced down and
saw that her jersey was soaked with a dark stain liquid.
    “You all right?” Jay asked in
concern, still searching her face, his body way to close for her
comfort.
    Alex said, her body