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It was slow, but fast at the end.
ill try to remember this for the rest of the book
“My auntie reads it on her Kindle . . . in the bath. If you catch my drift.”
She caught the distant voice of Taylor Swift singing “Champagne Problems.”
“He? A guy? You went and propped up a bar alone and got into conversation? To check up on me?” Joe said. “Yes.” Roisin felt, and looked, crappy.
help
He gave Roisin a penetrating, sullen look. It should look like pure loathing, yet it was somehow a Rhett Butler stare that she feared could equally precede shouting or trying to kiss her. Like their initial showdown, it was as if Joe was finally interested.
Such close contact was a strange mixture of fireworks and security. That was it—that’s what Roisin had noticed during the hand-holding. It was completely natural, and yet wildly exotic at the same time. Exhilaratingly new and already familiar. He was a safe place, full of danger.
no. what about gina. what about joe.
When Roisin glanced up, to her surprise, Matt was looking down at her with an intense seriousness. She’d almost call it “pained.” It was utterly unlike him. She realized they had been catapulted into A Moment Before Another Moment—this couldn’t be played off as horsing around when they gazed at each other with such obvious intensity. What did she do, or say, next? The answer was simple, and Roisin couldn’t believe she acted on it: she leaned up and kissed him. Their mouths connected, and her heart lurched. She wanted this, and wanted him, and as much as it was a huge surprise, there was no
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AH!!! AHHHHH
Her feelings for Matthew McKenzie had arrived in two ways: gradually, then suddenly. Slow, but fast at the end.
WHAT SHE SAID AT THE BEGINNING OF THE BOOK
She had affected him.
Aaaaaargh, you tried to get with Matt and he blew you off! Aaaaaargh! This is the most embarrassing thing to happen, like, ever.
Before she could say anything, he walked toward her, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her like it was the last scene in a movie. It was nothing like their halting first attempt: passionate, deep, and pushy, their hips clashing. Roisin still had Dettol in one hand and a rag in the other but reciprocated as best she could. Tongues, whoa.
damn
Roisin darted out the door and caught up with Matt, who had his duffel bag on his shoulder. He looked, with bloodshot eyes, as if he’d had a sleepless night, or maybe she was projecting her own. He also looked heartbreakingly good, and she wished she could still be indifferent to that. “Where are you going?” “Ah, I was going to message you. Home.” “For good?” “Yeah. I think now the fête’s sorted and your mum’s setting those new hires on it’s a good time to go,” he said. “Plus, got to go back to my actual job sometime.” “Not because . . . of me?” He smiled a sad, apologetic smile. “Also because
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“What are you doing here?” Roisin said in bare horror.
HELP NOT IN HORROR
“Well, guess what. I met up with Rick too, and he didn’t know who you were. He did recall Matt McKenzie here coming in and asking a bunch of questions about a waitress who might’ve got involved with a customer. Imagine my surprise!” Roisin folded her arms. “You’re not usually such a bare-faced liar, Roisin. I have to assume you really, really wanted to protect him. I wondered why? THEN the answer arrived. Doh! Joe! They are having regular sexual intercourse. The whole trying-to-find-me-cheating-on-you thing was a way of legitimizing this.” He gestured at them both in turn. “No, we’re not,”
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“Oh GOD, like I’m unsafe,” Joe said.
😂😂😂😂
“I’m saying, Matt, I’m yours, if you want me. I want you to be mine. I’m saying I think I’m in love with you.”
Roisin wondered if she should say something else, but before she could, Matt stepped forward, wound his hands in her hair, and kissed her. She put her arms around his neck, thinking, If this is pure sympathy, I may as well get the most out of it. “For clarity, what does that mean?” she said, when they disentangled. “It means, You could’ve led with that,” Matt said, his face suffused with a joy she could honestly say she’d never seen. “Then I could’ve said, Well, that’s a coincidence. I’ve been in love with you the whole time.”
ouch?
“Yeah. I told you I had been. The woman I was in love with, back in the day? Who I told a friend about and he steamed in ahead of me? That was you. And Joe, of course.”
WHAT. WHAAAAT
“Out of all our friends, one of them knew about Beatrice and me. Imagine if that one person had agreed not to tell and keep my secret for me. I imagine you’d feel pretty betrayed by that friend, right? Choosing me over you?” Roisin made a shrug gesture and produced her car key fob, while her heart raced. “Go ask Matt McKenzie why you didn’t deserve to know. I’m sure he’ll keep his white-knight credentials intact through that.”
crazy. cray. zy. omg
nah i would not forgive. he’s been helping her figure out who he was cheating on her w, but he knew the entire time?? helllll nah. thats real betrayal
It was the walks she couldn’t forgive, she thought, hand wavering while she was dragging bristles along the baseboard. At a bleak time in her life, those rambles through the woods had saved her sanity. Yet the whole time, Matt was a double agent. He could, as she’d said, have ended her doubts over Joe there and then. But he held it back, made a fool of her. God, she’d even told him about her short-lived bout of misery-promiscuity in her teens. That was how much she’d trusted McKenzie.
LOL
She was heading to the door of the A&E department when she saw him. Arms folded in that dark denim jacket, sitting on one of the plastic seats, head to one side, eyes closed, boot resting on opposite knee.
this is like a real romance
