CHAPTER 21
AT 7 A.M. on Sunday, Luke’s phone rang with the theme song from The Office. At least it wasn’t his mother again.
“Some bastard’s attacking our biggest client’s servers,” he said when he hung up. “I can’t leave this to anyone else.”
“You want me to make you a coffee before you go?”
He already had his trousers on. “No time.” He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Noon arrived, and I cobbled together a sandwich. Luke rang while I was eating.
“Can you do me a favour?”
“Sure.”
“I need a file off the memory stick in my desk drawer. Could you email it?”
“No problem.”
He explained what he wanted, and my breath hitched when he told me his laptop password. My name, and the date we’d met. f**k. I was going to end up hurting him, wasn’t I? Every
