The Little Book Café

Chapter 74 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 75 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 76 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 77 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 78 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 79 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 80 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 81 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 82 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 83 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 84 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 85 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 86 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 87 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 88 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 89 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 90 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 91 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 92 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 93 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 94 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 95 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 96 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 97 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 98 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 99 (#litres_trial_promo)

Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)

Also by Georgia Hill (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

About HarperImpulse (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

To Bertie, with love and cuddles.

PART ONE (#ud1174c1d-d6b1-520c-bf08-c9ab9da68ae7)

Chapter 1 (#ud1174c1d-d6b1-520c-bf08-c9ab9da68ae7)

‘Is that really what you’re wearing to this book club thing?’ Adrian frowned at Tash’s reflection in the mirrored door of the wardrobe in their fitted bedroom.

‘Yes, what’s wrong with it?’ Tash looked down at her miniskirt and wedge sandals.

‘Oh, I don’t know. You wear skirts all the time for work. Why not try those palazzo pants I bought for you last week? And that black sweater?’

‘Ade. It’s August.’

‘Aren’t you meeting up in that chapel Millie’s converted? Those sorts of places are always freezing.’ He smiled and, lifting her hair out of the way, bit her ear. ‘Or you could always stay home with me.’ He reached around her waist and covered a breast with each hand, finding the nipples and pinching hard. ‘I might have plans for you. Plans that would keep you very warm.’ He nuzzled his mouth into her neck and nipped.

Tash took his hands off her and stepped away. ‘You know I promised Emma I’d go with her for the first time. It’s only this once, Adrian.’

He flung himself onto the bed and pouted. ‘Well, if you prefer the company of a load of boring old women instead of a night of hot passion with me…’ He spread his legs and rubbed his crotch, grinning.

Tash looked away, revolted. Adrian’s sexual appetite was getting wearisome. ‘I’ll change into those trousers and then I’d better get going. I’m late already.’

‘You sure you don’t want me to give you a lift?’

Tash hurried into the next bedroom, the one she used as a dressing room. ‘No, it’s fine. I need the fresh air and exercise.’ She yanked her skirt off and pulled the trousers on. She needed to get out. Fast.

‘Plenty of opportunity for exercise here,’ Adrian called from the bed. ‘I’ll get you hot and sweaty.’

Tash grabbed her bag and ran down the stairs. ‘Won’t be late. Don’t wait up!’ Please don’t wait up, she added silently. The thought of his body grinding over hers yet again was nauseating. How had it come to this? She slammed the door decisively on her way out.

‘You okay, Tash?’ Emma asked as they walked along Berecombe’s seaside promenade.

‘Yes, I’m fine!’ Tash replied curtly.

‘No need to snap my head off.’

‘Sorry, Em. Lot on my mind.’