Chapter 80
‘Now the question is, are you here to see Abby? Or are you here to see me?’ His face was giving nothing away and his tone was hardly friendly. His posture standoffish as she felt her voice breaking in an attempt to answer; she couldn’t stand this anymore, or he way he was coolly looking at her. It was torture, the tension deafening. She turned to face him, twisting her keys anxiously in her fingers and could barely look into that gorgeous face, tense and close to tears as he angrily frowned at her. All signs of still being majorly pissed. ‘Rob.?...’ Her words were broken off by the familiar red car pulling in beside them, sending her stomach into a frenzied mess. Her voice hushed into silence at the appearance of the other woman’s car. Fucks sakes! Morag parked up as they both watched,
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