“Hey, Audrey,” he called, just as I’d pushed the door open. Harry leaned out the car window, his hat back on, the edges of his huge smile vanishing into its lining. “I won’t hurt you,” he said. “I just wanted to say that. I have no plans of doing anything to hurt you.” And he drove off, music blaring, tyres screeching round the tight corner. I stood on the threshold, sinking into the door frame. Every part of me felt full. Every part of me felt good. And, you know what? I’m sure he meant it when he said it.
