‘I…I’ve failed, Jack,’ she blurted out instead, jumping to her feet. ‘At giving up smoking. I…I’m sorry but I just didn’t make it. Now I simply have to have a cigarette!’ Which was true. Anything to calm the nerves that were tap-dancing all through her body. ‘I think I left a packet out in the kitchen,’ she said, and promptly fled the room.
‘And there I was, thinking something disastrous had happened,’ he called after her, an amused chuckle betraying his relief.
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