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it alone.’
Lizzie stopped, her fork halfway to her mouth, her eyes suddenly, stupidly filled with tears. Why was he so understanding now? Why was he saying all the right things, when she wanted to keep her distance, keep herself safe…now?
Why?
Could she trust it?
‘Yes,’ she said, her voice little more than a whisper. ‘It was.’
‘Had you been planning to go to university?’ Cormac asked. ‘Eighteen…You must have given up your place if you were.’
‘Yes,’ Lizzie said, her throat raw and aching, ‘I did.’ How had he guessed? How did he know?
Cormac gazed at her for a moment, and there was an understanding in his eyes that Lizzie had never seen before. ‘What were you going to study?’
‘Graphic design.’
He nodded slowly, and they didn’t speak for a few minutes. Lizzie concentrated on her food. Cormac’s gently probing questions had brought back the old sorrow, regret for lost dreams. Yet she’d done the right thing. There had never been any question of that.
‘I suppose there were no relatives to help out?’ Cormac surmised. ‘Or to take Dani?’
‘No one was going to take Dani from me,’ Lizzie said sharply. ‘And anyway there wasn’t anyone. My parents were elderly; they had Dani and me late in life. Our only relative is a rather dotty aunt we see on occasion.’
‘So it was just you,’ Cormac concluded quietly, and his tone made Lizzie want to fidget. He sounded as if he understood something about herself that she could only guess at.
‘Me and Dani,’ she corrected, and he nodded.
‘Except now Dani’s at university and it really is just you.’
She blinked, and then blinked again, horrified to find herself near tears. She opened her mouth to say something bright and brisk about new opportunities and second chances, but nothing came out.
Nothing at all.
‘You’ve done very well,’ Cormac said gently, ‘haven’t you? Even if no one has ever told you so.’
Lizzie tried to smile. She tried, but she didn’t quite make it. She stared down at her half-finished plate instead. Don’t, she thought. Don’t act as if you understand me, as if you like me, if you don’t mean it.
Don’t.
Don’t stop.
She’d never had someone who understood, someone who sympathised. She’d never had someone get close. And now Cormac was here, saying all the right things, doing the right things…but was he feeling the right things?
Did it even matter?
‘Why don’t you sell the house?’ Cormac suggested in a brisker tone. ‘Perhaps you held on to it when Dani was around, for stability, but now…you’re an attractive woman. A young, attractive woman. There’s a whole life in front of you.’
‘It doesn’t always feel that way.’ She got up from the bed and dumped her plate back on the tray. She couldn’t bear it if he felt sorry for her. She couldn’t stand pity, not when she wanted something deeper.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said quietly. ‘I didn’t mean to offend you.’
‘You just spoke the truth,’ she said when she trusted herself to speak. She turned around, looked at him. He was sitting in the chair, his plate on his knees, a look of quiet, thoughtful compassion on his face that was just about her undoing.
‘Cormac…’ she began, and he waited. She licked her lips, tried again. ‘Cormac…’
‘Yes?’ His voice was tender, filled with unspoken promise. Lizzie looked at him, the set of his shoulders, the way his mouth quirked in a smile, his steady gaze.
Who was this man? And what she did want from him?
She wanted something more, and yet something less. She wanted to feel, and not to think. To be touched if not loved. To just be…with him.
She wanted out. She wanted in. She laughed shakily, spread her hands out in plaintive appeal. ‘You’ve said you’d stop, and I don’t want you to.’
There. It was said. She stood there, quivering, waiting. Wondering. Wanting.
He cocked his head, eyed her thoughtfully. ‘You don’t want an affair.’
‘Maybe I do.’ And more than that, but it was a start. A start of something. Wasn’t it?
‘You’d get hurt.’ He paused, and then said quietly, like a confession, ‘I don’t want to hurt you.’
Lizzie’s heart squeezed, expanded. ‘You won’t.’
He pushed his plate aside, shook his head. ‘Lizzie…’ She didn’t know whether it was a plea to stop or begin, and suddenly she didn’t care.
‘Don’t. Don’t tell me no when all weekend you’ve been wanting yes. Don’t change your mind.’ Her voice broke, and she sucked in a desperate breath. ‘You’ve said you want me. I want you. I want to feel…’ She shook her head, not willing to admit the truth.
She wanted to feel loved. Loved.
Cormac leaned forward. ‘I just don’t want there to be any regrets,’ he said.
‘There won’t be.’
‘I don’t…’ He raked a hand through his hair. ‘Lizzie, I don’t know how much I can offer you…the things you’ve said you want.’
‘Love?’ she asked in a wavering voice, and he lowered his head.
‘I just don’t know.’ He lifted his gaze, gave her the ghost of a smile. ‘We could just see what happens.’
Hope buoyed her lighter than air. ‘We could,’ she agreed.
She took a step towards him and stopped. That was as far as she could go. She needed him, wanted him to take control. To show her what to do.
‘I’m rather new at this,’ she said when the silence had stretched on too long, and Cormac gazed at her with dark, fathomless eyes.
‘I’ll show you,’ he said, and moved towards her.
They stood facing each other, inches apart, quivering with awareness. Hesitantly Lizzie smoothed her hands over his chest. She felt the bump of his heartbeat against her palm.
‘You see what you do to me,’ he murmured, and a little laugh of surprise escaped her. His hand caught in her hair.
‘Lizzie…’
‘Show me.’
In one fluid movement he pulled her dress over her head; she stood there, naked, her skin washed in the soft glow of the lamp. Cormac’s eyes roamed over her body slowly, taking in the small, neat breasts, the dark blond curls between her thighs, the fact that she was trembling.
Lizzie could feel herself shake; she was afraid. Even now. Especially now.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he said softly. He shrugged off his shirt and trousers; in a moment he was naked. Lizzie’s eyes widened at the sight of him—bare, bold, beautiful.
Hers. For now.
Easily, effortlessly, he scooped her into his arms, brought her to the bed and laid her down gently.
‘You’re sure this is what you want?’ he asked, and she nodded.
Yes.
He stretched beside her, his hands skimming her skin, teasing, toying, but she wanted more. More. She wanted deep, tight, hot, close.
More.
‘Cormac…’