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apology,”
he continues in that wonderful, sexy voice. Oh, my God, this man is
gorgeous. It’s just a shame that I’m in no fit condition to do
anything about it. “I didn’t mean to distract you so much that you
tried to kill yourself.”
    “It’s not something I make a
habit of,” I tell him dryly. “I don’t normally have any problem
co-ordinating my feet and my brain.”
    “Well, then I’m truly sorry to
have caused this malfunction.”
    “It wasn’t you!” I protest. I am
lying through my teeth. Of course it was him. How could I think
about a little thing like traffic when I was being irresistibly
drawn to the most attractive man I’d ever seen?
    “Oh, okay. But anyway, I was
worried about you, so I’m glad to see you’re awake at last.”
    “Mum said it’s been two days,” I
reply. “I can’t believe I’ve been drifting in and out of
consciousness for so long. Oh, by the way, thank you for the
flowers.” I can’t hide a shy smile; then I realise this is new for
me. I never feel shy. Perhaps I’ve sustained some brain damage.
“They’re absolutely lovely; I’ve never seen flowers like that
before.”
    “I’m glad you like them. But I
have to go – your Mum gave me strict instructions not to tire you
out.”
    “Oh...” I don’t want to ask him
to stay – I’m too embarrassed. And I’m acutely aware that whilst he
looks amazing, I am unlikely to be looking my best right now tucked
up in this hospital bed. Despite this, more than anything I want to
keep him talking, prolong the conversation so I can look at him for
a little bit longer before he disappears out of my life. Then I
remember the ambulance and my Mum’s story about Adam picking me up
and putting me in his car. I feel myself blush again at the thought
of lying in his arms. If only I’d been conscious. It’s something I
would have liked to experience. “I’m told I have to say thank you
for something else too. For taking me to hospital.”
    “Oh, I’m not sure I did the
right thing, to be honest,” he tells me. “The police were extremely
unimpressed. And apparently the ambulance arrived two minutes after
I drove away with you in the back of my car. But I was worried
about you lying there.”
    “Well it seems I’m going to
recover, so I don’t think you’ve done me any harm. And it was nice
of you to be worried about me.”
    “Talking of which, you need to
rest,” he says firmly. “Get some sleep; I have to go.”
    I look at him silently, then
whisper, “Okay.”
    He must know I am disappointed
to see him go, because he says, “Is it okay for me to come and see
you tomorrow? When you’re a bit better rested?”
    My face lights up. I try not to
grin too widely. “That would be nice.”
    “Okay. Tomorrow then.” Really,
he has the most beautiful smile.
    “Tomorrow.” And as he leaves, at
last I allow myself drift into sleep.

Four
    Tuesday, 27 March
    “ SO YOU’RE FINE
NOW,” SAYS MICHAEL, a smile playing at the corners of his
mouth.
    “Fighting fit,” I agree with a
raised eyebrow.
    “I’m glad to see you better at
last.” He kisses me lightly on the lips.
    “Thank you for these,” I tell
him, taking the pretty bunch of red roses from his hand. “Come on
into the kitchen, I’ve got a lasagne in the oven.”
    “Smells great. I’m
starving.”
    “Of course you’re starving,
you’re a student. You live on pot noodles and pints of Guinness.
Glass of wine?” I brandish a corkscrew at him.
    “Well, if you don’t have any
Guinness, I suppose so.”
    “It’s lovely to hear you being
so gracious about it,” I tell him sarcastically. “This is a very
nice bottle of Montepulciano. If you’re not fussed, you can have a
can of Tennants Super or something.”
    “Do you have a can of Tennants
Super?” he asks incredulously.
    “No, but you’re welcome to pop
to the corner shop.”
    “I’ll settle for the nice bottle
of Montepulciano,” he smiles, grabbing the bottle and