Page 3 of An Unholy Affair
As he glanced up, it was like the windows to his soul were open again.
‘The girl I’ll love is like a wine who will only get better a little every morning.’
A sudden image came to Eveline of the two of them lying entwined in her bed. Pale dawn light filtering through the curtains. Desire cracked like lightning between her legs.
For a moment, Jasper’s eyes seemed to reflect her own thoughts, but then his confident smile was back on display. ‘What is it aboutGroundhog Daythat you like so much?’ he asked.
Sipping her drink, she attempted to control her rioting heart. ‘I think it’s one of the most beautiful and moving films about the human condition there is,’ she said, bringing her gaze back to him. ‘It shows that all of us have a chance at redemption.’
An uncertain look flickered across his face. She might have missed it had she not been staring at him so intently.
‘And why doyoulike it?’ she asked.
He hesitated.
‘You can be honest. I promise I won’t judge.’
‘When I saw it as a kid, I liked the idea that I could do anything I wanted to without consequence, because there was no tomorrow.’
‘And now?’
He paused. ‘I’m not sure. I think I watch it these days with a sense of relief. It’s like remembering my childhood—which felt like living through Groundhog Day—but knowing I’m no longer there. Life has moved on and I’m not the same person I was.’
She wanted to ask more, but would she be stepping too far?
‘Is it your favourite film?’ he asked.
She shook her head. ‘It’s definitely in the top five, but number one isThe Princess Bride.’
‘Another classic.’
‘Have you seen it?’
He grinned. ‘Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!’
She laughed and inclined her head. ‘As you wish.’
Another moment of unspoken intensity crackled between them.
He swallowed. ‘Any other favourite movies?’
‘Galaxy Quest.’
‘Never give up! Never surrender!’
‘By Grabthar’s hammer… By the Suns of Worvan… You shall be avenged!’ she cried.
He held his hand up and she high-fived him, the warmth from the contact sending a spark dancing down her arm.
She laughed, feeling lighter than air. ‘Are we really geeky?’
‘Not at all. We’re just two highly cultured people who appreciate a good movie.’
‘What’syourfavourite film?’
His brow furrowed, and he rubbed his jaw. It was a move that all the heroes in her favourite Polly Hart romance novels did to demonstrate their rugged masculinity. Reading the books, she hadn’t understood how such a gesture could be so attractive. Now she did.
‘Star Wars.’
