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It was a quick drive to the supermarket where I stocked up on a few things, mostly non-perishables, stuff I could freeze and long-life milk. I had no intention of staying at the house anytime soon, but an ominous feeling in my guts made me keep piling food into the trolley, and then I added several bottles of wine to the haul before taking it back to the car. I’d just finished packing it all away in the freezer and kitchen cupboards when there was a knock at the front door.
Heath was early. I tried to wipe the smile off my face with no success. He looked just as happy to see me, and had his arms around me before I’d even got the door closed. He breathed in deeply. ‘You smell good.’
I didn’t like to admit I’d put on my favourite perfume just for him, in places I didn’t usually spray it
