Chapter 46
Christopher sat on the front steps with his knees apart, examining the ground beneath his shoes. He seemed set on his task until Emma ground her car through the gravel and pulled up next to him. The Irishman took a slow, lazy drag on the cigarette between his fingers and blew out a line of smoke, his dark eyes smouldering and sexy. “I thought you gave up.” Emma slammed the car door and locked it, glancing at Allaine’s truck parked further along. She was so eager to please Emma; she’d left her the spot right in front of the main steps.
“I’ve given up a lot of things in my time,” Christopher mused. He took a longer drag and let the smoke roll around in his mouth before exhaling. He flicked ash from the end of the cigarette, making the action look seductive. “But some things are
