Chapter Twenty-TwoIt was only when they'd clambered over the wall and dropped down onto the other side that Ben noticed squat little Francis wasn't with them. Donna didn't appear in the least bit interested, turning all her attention to Ben, flicking the hair from her face and grinning. Perfect hair and perfect teeth in a perfect face. Ben, mesmerized, felt the heat rising to his jawline.
“Where's Francis?”
She shrugged. “Who cares? Perhaps he got cold feet.” She smiled and again ran the back of her fingers down his cheek. “Perhaps he knows how much I like you.”
Unable to breathe, Ben's legs buckled and he stared at her in disbelief. “You … you like me?”
“I've always liked you. Now,” she took hold of his hand once more, “show me the shelter.”
Swallowing hard, he led her towards the en
