CHAPTER 11
LIGHTS FROM THE traffic below played across the ceiling as I lay awake, the glimmers casting eerie shadows from the Victorian ceiling mouldings. Yes, I needed to sleep, but it eluded me as yet another embarrassing evening with Joe replayed in my mind.
The man remained an enigma. A hot enigma, tonight wrapped up in the same soft jeans as last week but with a white T-shirt instead of black. And I was still confused. He’d seemed interested in me in the café, enough to ask me all about my childhood and my time at Oxford, and then he’d accepted my invitation for coffee before backing out. Did he really only want to check on the cat? Or having seen me in my natural environment, did he realise he’d made a huge mistake? I glanced down at myself in the light from the street lamp outsid
