Chapter 42. Seeing Him Again (2)

Sharon could not wait to get home and be rid of Bryan. She was too conscious of his presence and she was scared of him meeting her daughter and drawing the right conclusions.

She could feel Bryan's eyes on her, intent, staring, there was only a few inches between them in the close confines of the taxi and the air seemed heavy with tension. She looked down at her hands, they were trembling, her knuckles white and she hurriedly pushed them into the pickets of her thick coat as she tried to cope with the situation she found herself in.

She still felt shocked, incredulous that she was sitting in this taxi with him.

'You haven't changed at all', he broke the silence, his voice low and slightly husky.

Sharon lifted her face, a frown pleating her pale face. 'Of course I have. Two years and a few months is a lifetime!' she did not want to add, nurturing a baby and nursing a dying man to the assemble.

'I know', he said. He gave no emphasis to the words, no expression b