Other people don’t matter. “What are you thinking about?” demanded Dino. “She always seemed so strong that she could cope with anything. He was dying for some coffee but he didn’t dare pick up the telephone in case they couldn’t understand him.
He had so sapped her self-confidence that she didn’t think she’d ever be able to hold another guy. “He’s got Fiona’s telephone number, and mine, the little bastard, and yours too. We’ve got hours. Naked, Helen crept down the passage and, hidden by the clematis which swarmed over the spare room window, peered out.
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