Page 55 of The Alice Equation (The Laws of Love 1)

He didn’t need her to see him out, but it would seem odd if he refused. Alice always walked to the door with him, usually laughing at some shared joke. But now it was like they were on an expedition to the South Pole as they silently trudged down the hall. Alice fumbled with the door handle and for a brief second it flashed into his head to swing her round and kiss her again. Start where they left off. He forced it out of his head.

Alice held the door open, peering into the street with feigned interest. “Here it is,” she said as a car slowed down and stopped outside. “Guess I’ll see you around, sometime,” she muttered, staring at her slippers.

He swept past her and somehow their elbows bumped. His nerve endings surged like she’d slapped him.

“Guess so. I’ll call you.”

“Sure. See you, Aaron.”

“See you.”

He heard the door shut. Not a slam, exactly, but a definite closure.

He got into the back seat, gave the guy his address.

His eyelids were stinging. Probably the result of too many tequila shots. Or maybe he’d rubbed lemon juice into them. A headache brewed behind his temples as he laid his head against the back of the seat.

Tomorrow he’d work out what to do about him and Alice. Right now, he just wanted to pretend it had never happened.

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