When they walked out of the snooker room at close to eleven, they were holding hands, fingers loosely entwined as they paced leisurely to the bar. Flanna felt exposed to the few people who were still in the pub, though it wasn’t just the fact that Jason’s destruction of her underwear meant walking around with nothing on beneath her skirt. For the first time in his presence, she felt stripped of the pretenses that had been between them, the truth lying out there for anyone to see. Just as Jason had predicted. One of these days, she was going to learn that a lot of what Jason said wasn’t just joking around.
Neil was still behind the bar, washing pint glasses before putting them away. When Flanna placed the room key onto the counter, he took it without a word, his gaze flickering over them w
