In her heart

He smiled perfunctorily and didn’t say anything.

Irene swallowed and knew instinctively what she had to do. ‘So, unless you have any more surprises up your sleeve, I guess it’s time to say goodbye, Mr Fullbuster.’ She held out her hand.

He didn’t take it. He studied the brave face she was putting on, the lovely hair, the figure that had so surprised him, her stunning eyes behind her glasses, the fact that she was pale with the effort of being brave and composed.

‘Irene,’ he said on a harsh breath, then forced himself to relax, ‘you will get over this. You’re so young, you’re lovely and fresh—believe me, this will go.

You’re also far too sensible not to be able to put it behind you.’

Her lips parted. ‘Am I?’ she said, but immediately shook her head. ‘Don’t answer that. Look, thank you for everything—and I’m sure I will. I just wish—’ She stopped and bit her lip.

‘What?’

‘No, nothing.’

‘Irene,’ he said ominously, ‘you know that never works with me.’

She closed her eyes in sudden frustra