LOGIN"What brought you to Chiang Mai?" Reaching for her wine, she drained the glass and set it back on the table. "Why are you curious?" "I was under the impression we were having a conversation." He topped up her glass. "Or have you remembered you're spending the night in a stranger's house?" She smiled, more naturally this time. "Are you strange?" she asked, falling in with his mood. Was the wine getting to her? She hated that she thought he was funny. "It has been said in the past." He grinned. Annoyingly, it suited him. "Well, it's just for a little vacation, explore Thailand, touch grass," she said, then applied herself to the food. She didn't want to do friendly or flirty or anything else. She kept her attention on her plate. It was kind of him to help, but she'd still have preferred a broken window to spending the night in a stranger's house. "How long are you staying?" They finished the rest of the meal in silence. As Arlo put down his fork and picked up his wineglass, s
The phone call woke him. He surfaced reluctantly, flinging one arm across his eyes against the faint strip of light leaking around the curtains. The bedroom was still dim, the heavy drapes keeping the rainy Manhattan morning outside and leaving the row of family photos on the opposite shelf in deep shadow. The duvet had twisted around his legs sometime during the night. He pushed it away and swung his legs out of bed with a disgruntled groan. The phone was still ringing. He reached for it, saw the caller's name, and whatever remained of his sleep disappeared. “Celeste.” He rubbed a hand over his face before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "I need you in Thailand," she said, cutting straight to the chase. "Good morning to you too." "How's the baby?" he asked. As Celeste launched straight into the problem, Arlo crossed the room and pulled the curtains apart. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows. Beyond them, Manhattan was only just beginning to wake
The door clicked shut. Nora stared at it for a second, then turned around. "Rude," she said to nobody in particular as she stepped further into the room. The floors were polished stone, smooth and cool underfoot, and the walls were warm ivory and sage. She gazed around her. The room was definitely decorated by someone different. It was maximalist compared to the rest of the house, but it was beautiful. She would have liked it very much under different circumstances. "What a weirdo! Why would he say that to me like that?" She opened the wardrobe and looked inside without really seeing it. "I hate him." She moved delicately across the room, as though the longer she lingered, the more she would taint the whole place with her smelly predicament. She made her way over to the built-in bathroom and peered into the vanity mirror stretching over a pair of basins, staring at her reflection with a groan. Her clothes were a wreck, her sandals were done for, and a giant smear of what she pr
When he started the engine she admitted defeat, especially with the rain starting to pour again.She hurried across the garden to the gate, Lilly running alongside her, scared of being left behind, and tapped on the driver’s window. This time she kept the torch just clear of his eyes but angled it enough to get a proper look at his face.He was more handsome than she had registered earlier — well groomed, with neat brows and long lashes that were frankly unfair on a man, and the bright light picked out a small scar along his chiselled jaw. His hair was a deep dark brown, and she still couldn’t determine the colour of his eyes with the torchlight distorting everything.Not that she was looking.“I can’t stay out here all night,” she muttered. “There might not be anyone else passing by.”“Now that,” he agreed pleasantly, “is a great observation. My house is the only other building along this lane. It finishes at my front garden.”Nora stared at him. He had known that and had still been
A quick, impatient beep of the horn cut through her thoughts, snapping her back to the present.“Do you enjoy standing there?”Biting back the caustic retort that had sprung to her lips, she said evenly, “I appear to have locked myself out. I don’t suppose you’ve got anything in the car I could force the door with?”She swung the torch in the direction of his face as she spoke and saw him flinch as the bright light caught his eyes. “Sorry.” She lowered it immediately, but the brief glimpse had been enough, dark hair, sharp jaw, olive skin.He sat quietly for a moment, then said, “You want me to commit a crime? Breaking down a stranger’s door?” There was a hint of laughter in his voice. Nora had to take a deep breath before she could say sweetly, “I mean, yeah? Can you help?” She was shivering from head to foot and this clown found the situation funny.The absolute nerve of him.“You’re cold.”She hoped it was her shaking he had noticed and not the way her nipples were standing out li
Few days later, she fell asleep in a budget meeting.Not a slow drift — a full, head-dropping, snoring herself awake situation, in a glass-walled conference room with nine other people present. She came back to consciousness to find her colleague staring at her from across the table with an expression of barely concealed horror, and her boss Maya watching her from the head of the table.“Okay,” Maya said, after the meeting had ended and the room had emptied. She set a coffee down in front of Nora and sat beside her. “Talk.”“I’m fine,” Nora said automatically.“You snored, Nora.”“I don’t snore. I—” She paused. “Did I snore?”“Just a small one.” Maya chuckled, wrapping both hands around her own coffee cup. She was quiet for a moment. Maya’s silences were never uncomfortable. “You’ve handed in two pieces this month that I had to quietly fix before they went to print. You’ve been late four times and You cried in the bathroom on Friday.”Nora opened her mouth.“Lena told me,” Maya said s







