‘Shut up and let me speak.’
He stared at her, his eyes full of anxiety.
Jasmine looked into them. ‘I love you too.’
He gazed at her, disbelieving. ‘You’re not just feeling sorry for me? Making fun?’
‘I’d never do that. I’ve had enough of people lying to me. I’m weary of trying to be someone I’m not. You know me. I don’t need to pretend. You know all the bad things about me, and you still love me. Well, I do too. Love you I mean.’
Howard gasped. He moved to pull her into his arms.
She put her hands up to keep him at arms’ length. ‘Wait. You need to let me finish.’
‘I’ll end it with Betty.’
‘It’s not about Betty. When I tell you the terrible things I’ve done, you won’t want me anymore. I can’t have secrets from you. All the time in Paris, I was trying to be somebody I’m not. Trying t
