CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“I’m so sorry, Cassidy. I’d love to see you next weekend but I’ve got to visit a goat-breeder in Wales. How about the following one? I could meet you at the airport or the station.”
“I’ll let you know,” she said, her voice curt with disappointment.
In the past, she had been a member of the ‘treat ‘em mean to keep ‘em keen’ brigade, but now it felt as if the tables had been turned. Not only was he unwilling to see her as often as she’d like to see him, but he was also keeping her at arm’s length as far as s*x was concerned. Let’s face it, she thought; I’m a slapper and he’s a gentleman. He was courting her in a slow, considerate, old-fashioned way and it meant that every time she saw him, she was even more desperate to get him into bed. All the same, she was determined
