Chapter Four
I watched Marie screech out of the car park in her brand-new BMW like a bat out of hell. I didn’t blame her to be honest. She probably thought I was a total arsehole—speaking to her as if she were a child and all but warning her off a man neither of us knew particularly well. I sounded like an overbearing father.
I sighed—what the hell was wrong with me? I was acting like an overbearing father. Though I didn’t feel remotely familial toward her—more like I wanted to know her in the biblical sense. But it was more than that—I was growing more attracted to her every time I saw her, even when she was in those sweaty gym clothes. I wanted to spend more time with her—outside the mumbo jumbo appointments, of course—and get to know her better.
Peter, on the other hand, seemed more
