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really,
really
wanting to hit him, she had just
caved in
—like an addict who couldn’t control herself. He had kissed her and all the hurt, anger and disappointment had disappeared. She had become a mindless puppet and five years had vanished in the blink of an eye.
‘Neither of us should have …’
‘Maybe it was inevitable.’
‘What do you mean? What are you talking about?’
‘You know what I’m talking about. This
thing
between us …’
‘There’s nothing between us!’ Sarah cried, stepping back and hugging herself in an automatic gesture of self-defence.
‘Are you trying to convince me or yourself?’
‘Okay, maybe we just … just gave in to something
for the sake of old times
.’ She took a deep breath. ‘And now we’ve got that out of the way we can move on and … and …’
‘Pretend it never happened?’
‘Exactly! Pretend it never happened!’ She took a few more steps back, but she thought that even if she took a million steps back and fled the country the after-effects of that devastating kiss would still be with her. ‘This isn’tabout
us
. This is about Oliver and your part in his life, so … so …’
Raoul looked at her with a brooding intensity that made her tremble. She didn’t have a clue what was going on in his head. He had always been very good at shielding his thoughts when it suited him. She worked herself up into a self-righteous anger, remembering how terrific he had been at keeping stuff from her—like their lack of future—until she had fallen for him hook, line and sinker. Never again would she let him have that level of control!
‘So just come here tomorrow. You can meet Oliver, and we can work out some kind of schedule, and … then we can both just get on with our own lives …’
CHAPTER THREE
B Y THE time the doorbell went the following afternoon Sarah hoped that she had risen above her physical weakness of the day before and reached a more balanced place. In other words sorted her priorities. Priority number one was Oliver, and she bracingly repeated to herself how wonderful it was that his father would now be there for him, willing to take on a parental role, whatever that might be. A full and frank discussion of that was high on her agenda. Priority number two, on a more personal level, was to make sure that she kept a clear head and didn’t get lost in old feelings and memories.
She opened the door to a casually dressed Raoul.
‘Oliver’s in the sitting room, watching cartoons,’ she said, getting down to business straight away.
Raoul looked at her carefully, and noted the way her eyes skittered away from his, the way she kept one hand on the doorknob, as though leaving her options open just in case she decided to shut the door in his face. In fact she had only half opened the door, and he peered behind her pointedly.
‘Are you actually going to let me in, or do you want me to forge a path past you?’
‘I just want to say that we’ll really need to discuss … um … the practicalities of this whole situation …’
‘As opposed to what?’
‘I’ve been thinking, Raoul …’
‘Dangerous,’ Raoul said softly. She was in a pair of jeans and a tight tee shirt that reminded him a little too forcibly of the mysterious physical hold she still seemed to have over him. He had spent the night vainly trying to clear his head of images of her.
‘I’ve been thinking that we should have as little to do with one another as possible. I don’t want anything to happen between us. Been there, done that and have the tee shirt. The important thing is that you get to know Oliver, and that should be the extent of our relationship with one another.’
‘And have you told him who I am?’
Sarah was startled and a little taken aback at the speed with which he had concluded a conversation she had spent hours rehearsing in her head. Had she hoped that he would at least try and knock down some of her defences? Had she erected her
Keep Off
sign in
really
wanting to hit him, she had just
caved in
—like an addict who couldn’t control herself. He had kissed her and all the hurt, anger and disappointment had disappeared. She had become a mindless puppet and five years had vanished in the blink of an eye.
‘Neither of us should have …’
‘Maybe it was inevitable.’
‘What do you mean? What are you talking about?’
‘You know what I’m talking about. This
thing
between us …’
‘There’s nothing between us!’ Sarah cried, stepping back and hugging herself in an automatic gesture of self-defence.
‘Are you trying to convince me or yourself?’
‘Okay, maybe we just … just gave in to something
for the sake of old times
.’ She took a deep breath. ‘And now we’ve got that out of the way we can move on and … and …’
‘Pretend it never happened?’
‘Exactly! Pretend it never happened!’ She took a few more steps back, but she thought that even if she took a million steps back and fled the country the after-effects of that devastating kiss would still be with her. ‘This isn’tabout
us
. This is about Oliver and your part in his life, so … so …’
Raoul looked at her with a brooding intensity that made her tremble. She didn’t have a clue what was going on in his head. He had always been very good at shielding his thoughts when it suited him. She worked herself up into a self-righteous anger, remembering how terrific he had been at keeping stuff from her—like their lack of future—until she had fallen for him hook, line and sinker. Never again would she let him have that level of control!
‘So just come here tomorrow. You can meet Oliver, and we can work out some kind of schedule, and … then we can both just get on with our own lives …’
CHAPTER THREE
B Y THE time the doorbell went the following afternoon Sarah hoped that she had risen above her physical weakness of the day before and reached a more balanced place. In other words sorted her priorities. Priority number one was Oliver, and she bracingly repeated to herself how wonderful it was that his father would now be there for him, willing to take on a parental role, whatever that might be. A full and frank discussion of that was high on her agenda. Priority number two, on a more personal level, was to make sure that she kept a clear head and didn’t get lost in old feelings and memories.
She opened the door to a casually dressed Raoul.
‘Oliver’s in the sitting room, watching cartoons,’ she said, getting down to business straight away.
Raoul looked at her carefully, and noted the way her eyes skittered away from his, the way she kept one hand on the doorknob, as though leaving her options open just in case she decided to shut the door in his face. In fact she had only half opened the door, and he peered behind her pointedly.
‘Are you actually going to let me in, or do you want me to forge a path past you?’
‘I just want to say that we’ll really need to discuss … um … the practicalities of this whole situation …’
‘As opposed to what?’
‘I’ve been thinking, Raoul …’
‘Dangerous,’ Raoul said softly. She was in a pair of jeans and a tight tee shirt that reminded him a little too forcibly of the mysterious physical hold she still seemed to have over him. He had spent the night vainly trying to clear his head of images of her.
‘I’ve been thinking that we should have as little to do with one another as possible. I don’t want anything to happen between us. Been there, done that and have the tee shirt. The important thing is that you get to know Oliver, and that should be the extent of our relationship with one another.’
‘And have you told him who I am?’
Sarah was startled and a little taken aback at the speed with which he had concluded a conversation she had spent hours rehearsing in her head. Had she hoped that he would at least try and knock down some of her defences? Had she erected her
Keep Off
sign in
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