You're welcome

Anna

Kennedy puts the car heater on and it’s warmth feels amazing on my cold feet. I want to tell him thanks, but the words won’t come. I want to reach out and touch his hand, but I’m scared he’ll pull away.

So I sit still, staring straight ahead as he drives us fuck knows where.

He’s nervous and it’s obvious. His fingers keep tapping the steering wheel as we head back to Lydney. It’s weird to be in a car again, travelling roads in a flash that would’ve taken me hours on foot. I’m guessing he really must be taking me back to his, no matter what Pam might have to say about it, but he turns right when he should turn left onto his road and Annas on down the High Street.

“Where we going?”

“A friend’s.”

I stiffen in my seat, and even that stupid small movement sets my ankle off hurting worse. “What kind of friend?”

He glances in my direction and I feel a weird flutter in my belly. “You met him briefly. The guy in the suit from Drury’s.”

“The posh guy? Can’t see him giving me a warm welcome