Chapter 88

Morag parked as they both watched, glancing back and trying to read his steady gaze as he watched the car manoeuvre slowly and carefully; he watched his unmovable form, but she got nothing. He didn’t seem surprised to see the other woman either. She guessed it was why he was out here, waiting for Morag.

It wouldn’t be for me. He never knew I was coming and didn’t exactly ask me to come.

Rose’s breathing was getting shallower, and she was unsure how to behave. She had begun picking at her nails absently, eyes no longer on him as it was almost unbearable to look at him this way. He was still focused on the approaching redhead, and his body language sent off a clear ‘stay away from me’ vibe.

Morag slid out of the car, her body clothed in a figure-hugging grey tracksuit and long sleeves with a briefcase in one hand. The hint of dressings and bandages on her wrists and hands peeking from under the edges of her cuffs.

Her red hair piled up on top of her hea