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Sally probably spent the evening curled up with an extra large box of Kleenex littering the bed in giant moist paper snowballs. Pining for a waste of space husband who’d left her and their business falling apart and ready to rip at the seams.
    He’d pull her through, sell the restaurant and ultimately he’d get her back on course.
    And now he was out on a frosty Edinburgh street trying to convince himself not to have fantastic throwaway sex with a women who’d once unwisely worshipped him.
    “Sorry Ailsa. Please say yes to dinner instead.”
    Her eyes slashed him to shreds. “Thanks for the ego smash. But no.”
    He held up a hand. “Let me finish. As much as I appreciate the offer, as much as I’d like to stay tonight. And I really would. It’s just bad timing and I can’t.”
    Her face was a conundrum of emotions; all of them negative. Red hair framed it beautifully.
    Nick added, “My ethics would crash and burn. And I have obligations that make spending the night with you tricky.”
    And he saw in Ailsa’s eyes that her forced sense of sexually liberated courage had already taken a sure route to the scrap heap. All because of him. He’d have to do something about that.
    Even the way Ailsa Murray looked at him was trouble. She was too good looking and yet she played it down. He took a last look at those full, expertly crafted lips and then pushed himself away.
    “I have to go. Can’t I call you? Andy will give me your contact number if I ask him.”
    “Forget it,” she answered. “The opportunity’s lost.” Ailsa stared at him like he’d just stolen her purse then asked her to sign his left buttock.
    He’d blown this already and he may as well just walk away while he was ahead. But he couldn’t. Something about Ailsa hooked Nick flailing like a trout on a line. It felt like some force was guiding him; spurring him on not to take no for an answer.
    Nick walked up to her, caught up her fingers in his and put his face where she could no longer evade him. His gaze speared hers. Seconds later he stole a kiss from her. The barest softest kiss. Then he pulled back then stole another kiss. This one an atomic version that plundered and demanded and made her kiss him back harder.
    Still he kissed Ailsa, persuaded with his mouth. Cajoled and pleaded. His tongue did the work for him and he didn’t utter a word. And she responded with a touch of resistance. Then fleeting hesitation that fast turned to gentle submission followed by full on consent and approval.
    Her hands grasped his jacket.
    Her tongue told him she needed this too.
    Her eyes were ghosted shut when he pulled away and her lips were bee stung. He’d never wanted her more.
    “Let’s have dinner and do this whole you fancy me and I fancy you thing properly? Tomorrow I’m free all night long and I want to spend it with you. See where this goes but take it slow and steady. Enjoy the ride without the fast-track.”
    She opened her eyes and stared at him. He smiled hoping for kindness and a reprieve on the mess he’d made.
    “Yes,” she answered. “Tomorrow. One last chance.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Three
    But even as Ailsa told Nick Palmer she’d give him another chance, she waivered. Even though her body screamed to accept his promise of an alternative date for desire; even though she badly wanted to agree, Ailsa Murray couldn’t say yes.
    She had to stay firm.
    Her sister decreed this was exactly how she was going wrong;
    letting others take the lead was compounding past errors. Nick Palmer had just turned her down. Hadn’t Kirsty’s letter taught her anything?
    Ailsa firmed her resolve then stood back a pace and forced her eyes to stay firmly on Nick’s. “Actually, tomorrow’s out for me,” she said slowly. “I’ve remembered I have other commitments. So this window of opportunity has evaporated. Sorry but there it is. Goodbye.”
    She turned on her boot heels and left him behind. Feeling like Anne Robinson