I thought it would be fun to continue the little story I set up last week.
He stood eyeball to eyeball with her.
‘No I don’t remember, and to be candid, I really do not know who you are.’
While he was talking, she had levered herself off the wall, slithered round the door post, and neatly ducked under his outstretched arm, taking refuge inside the shop.
‘Come in and shut that door,’ she hissed.
His impulse was to drag her outside again, leaving her to the mercy of her assailants who were approaching fast; instead he obliged.
It was as if she could read his mind. ‘All the risk I took for you, you lily livered coward. It’s Camilla, as if you didn’t know.’
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