Chapter 17The bloody book can go hang, Simon thought rather wildly, pushing a hand back through his hair. That hadn’t been what he’d wanted.
Or rather…it had been what he’d wanted, but only if Kennett had wanted it too. Yet now Kennett was acting as if it was something Simon had forced him into.
“I’m sorry,” he heard himself saying, after a moment’s quiet. “That was not my intention at all. To make you feel…” He took a breath. “To make you feel coerced.”
“Too late,” Kennett said. “Look, you wanted it, I did it, it wasn’t terrible, let’s talk about the f*****g book, please? Which was what you came here for, yes? Or was it really just an excuse?”
Simon flinched. He couldn’t deny he’d liked the idea of seeing Kennett in person when he’d woken up this morning. That was why he’d come round
