Chapter 10Gethin
Gethin let out a breath he suddenly felt as if he’d been holding for a million years. What had bloody well possessed him? Oh. Yeah. Martin grinning like an i***t across the orchestra room and then playing footsie with him all evening in the pub, that’s what.
He grinned back at him. “Yeah?” he said. “No pressure…we can just go back to mine and have a cup of tea and see what happens?”
Martin shot him a scorching glance from under dipped lashes. “Lay on, then,” he said. “I’ll follow you, shall I?”
“Sure,” Gethin said. “There’s room for two cars on the drive, just pull in behind me.” He got into the car, hands shaking so much he had trouble getting the key into the ignition. Bloody hellfire! What had possessed him?
It was only a ten-minute drive and he still hadn’t calmed
