Are you dense?
‘Who else?’ She grated, shoving her hands into her bag to find her purse and praying to god they would just leave. She was beyond angry, she was inwardly seething and using her temper to keep tears at bay. She just felt like screaming at him right now and maybe batting him around the head with anything to hand. She could feel his eyes on her, probably wondering where this had come from, but she didn’t care. That woman was still pawing him, and he was still allowing it.
‘I just got back, came in to get some cakes for Ab’s and you … You know your movie night…. Ran into Morag here.’ He was trying to explain, without it being too obvious to Morag and she seemed to be too lost in scanning the cake board to even realise the huge tension building up between them.
‘That’s what I’
