Chapter 11Helena felt her breath catch, then leave her in a whoosh.
“Helena, Helena where are you?”
“s**t!” McKenzie muttered. “Henry.” With one last glance at Helena’s astonished face and despite the opulent dress she was clothed in she launched herself quietly off the balcony and was gone in a flash of aubergine.
“Here, Henry,” Helena said, voice shaking.
Henry rounded the corner and pulled her into his arms. Helena’s mind was a whirl of emotion. Morgan McKenzie loved her? Henry leaned in for a kiss, his mouth tasting bitterly of scotch.
“Henry, you are drunk.”
Henry laughed. “Only a little my love, all the better to taste you with.” He kissed her roughly, tongue tangling in her mouth and she pushed him away.
“No, I won’t be treated like this. Call yourself a cab please. I’m going
