Chapter 17
“Keep the change,” Rohan said as he flicked a fifty pound note through the window towards his friend. The taxi driver winked at Emma and he and Rohan did a peculiar handshake before the man flicked on the indicator and eased his black cab into passing traffic.
Emma’s heels scraped against the pavement as she shifted from foot to foot, her face creased with nerves. “How do you know nobody followed us here?” she asked, chewing on her bottom lip. Rohan stroked a finger across her chin, his eyes smiling.
“Don’t chew your pretty lips,” he whispered. “You’re putting the red stuff on your teeth.”
“Lipstick?” Emma’s eyes widened. “Damn!” She ran her tongue over her teeth and then offered a fake smile. “Is it gone?”
Rohan’s eyes narrowed. “You make me want to kiss you.” His jaw hard
