My next move may not have been obvious to anyone else. Or advisable. But I needed to get away, and if Callaghan had wanted my assistance in Germany I was going to give it. As his assistant. As the chef to his new restaurant. On a purely professional level.
I didn't need Trent Callaghan. My obsession was a fleeting thing, heightened by the emotions hurled at me over the past week and in particular the past few days. Anyone would feel themselves crumble if they'd been through the mill like I had, that was my rational brain, finally speaking out. At long last the old Cerys was breaking through and regaining some composure.
I opened the front door tentatively. Leon had an incredible sense of hearing when he wasn't swathed in women's breasts. The blindness had sharpened his other senses, and
