‘I want you. I have wanted you from the first moment I saw you.’ ‘Is that the truth?’ she said, taking his hand and laying it against a hot, flushed cheek. Harry smiled. ‘The second anyway.’ ‘The second time?’ ‘OK, the third then. All good music takes a little time.’ ‘And I’m good music?’ ‘I’m lying. It was the first time. But that doesn’t mean I’m a pushover, OK?’
