close my eyes as fresh mortification washes over me. “I have never felt more … exposed. The whole world knows I find G-strings uncomfortable and I don’t really kickbox, and I’ve never read Dickens …” My voice is wobbling more and more, and suddenly I begin to sob. “Oh, God, Lissy. You were right. I feel such a complete … fool. He was just using me, right from the beginning. He was never really interested in me. I was just a … a market research project.”
