Page 30 of Until You (Forgive Me)

Three dots appeared, and Christian breathed a sigh of relief.

ISABELLA:I’ve been grilled. But a girl has to have her secrets.

CHRISTIAN:And what are those secrets?

ISABELLA:A girl doesn’t kiss and tell.

CHRISTIAN:Isn’t it a man shouldn’t kiss and tell?

Christian found himself enjoying their banter.

ISABELLA:We live in a modern society. Are you a caveman, Mr Dupree?

Christian laughed. He could just picture Isabella biting her lip, a smirk on her face.

CHRISTIAN:Guilty as charged, especially in bed.

ISABELLA:I’m fanning myself here.

CHRISTIAN:Good.

CHRISTIAN:I missed you when I woke up.

ISABELLA:I know, I’m sorry. I had an early class. Also, morning after...

Christian drew in a breath. Had she left because she had thought he might regret it and hadn’t wanted to see his face?

CHRISTIAN:Did you roll over, take one look at me in the cold light of day, and run for the hills?

ISABELLA:Laughing here - as if...

CHRISTIAN:I had a great night.

ISABELLA:Me too.

CHRISTIAN:I don’t know when I’ll be back

ISABELLA:No promises. We had fun.

ISABELLA:Did you get your problem sorted?

Ah, she’s changing the subject, moving onto safer ground. Christian smiled.

CHRISTIAN:I did. It was someone being a muppet.

ISABELLA:I’m picturing you surrounded by furry hand puppets.

CHRISTIAN:You’d be surprised.

Christian looked at his watch. It was seven, meaning it was one AM in Thailand.

CHRISTIAN:It’s late where you are.

ISABELLA:It is, but I wanted to say thank you. I wasn’t dragged up, you know. When a man sends you flowers, you must say thank you.

ISABELLA:Plus, it took this long for your sister to send me your number.

CHRISTIAN:I did wonder. So it’s my sister I have to blame for my sexy stalker.

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