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Jodie. What to say to her, that was the question.
    “Hi , Jodie,” I said in a breezy tone.
    “Don’t ‘H i Jodie’ me, lady!” She sounded angry. “What the hell happened to you last night? You just ditched me!”
    “I didn’t ditch you, Jodie. I thought Matt was taking you home, so I got in a cab and came home.”
    “You didn’t even come to say goodbye , so don’t try that one, Carly Summers!” she was seriously pissed at me and I knew I should be sorry that I had ditched my best friend.
    Truth be known, I’d only had one thing on my mind at the time and that had been sex with Grey.
    “Sorry, I was a little tipsy when I left. In case you hadn’t noticed, I drank a fair few cocktails.”
    “Yeah, enough of them to get in a cab with Grey, no doubt ,” she said in a milder tone. She could never stay mad at me for long.
    “Umm… Honestly? Yes, I did.” I could never lie to my best friend.
    “Oh, Carly, he’s engaged. What happened? Is he still there?” She sounded annoyed at my stupidity and I couldn’t blame her—I was mad at myself.
    “Yes , he’s still here. Can I fill you in later? I want to go and have my breakfast,” I said in a more hushed tone.
    “Okay but I want details. Speak to you later .” She rang off before I could utter a goodbye.
    I plated up breakfast for Grey and me, then I put his plate on the hotplate of my range cooker to keep warm.
    I had just sat down when Grey entered the kitchen and took the stool opposite me at the kitchen island. His gorgeous brown hair glistened as the daylight caught on the beads of water—again he only had his jeans on.
    “Good morning ,” he said as I got up to pass him his plate.
    “Good morning ,” I replied and went back to eating my breakfast. There was silence as we ate and I wondered if Grey felt the tension or if it was just me, because I was mad at him—and pretty dang mad at myself.
    “There’s some coffee on the counter over t here, help yourself to the pot—the cups are in the cupboard directly above,” I said in a fake, cheerful tone.
    “Thanks, can I get you one?” he asked and looked at me, forcing me to make contact with those beautiful eyes.
    “That would be great, thanks.”
    “Still take it white with two sugars?” he asked as he moved towards my coffee maker.
    “Yep.”
    I wasn’t sure how to make conversation with him. Last night had been based on being tipsy and a base instinct I had felt since the moment I saw him in the club—but after what had passed, what could I say? I couldn’t ask him about Maggie.
    “You okay , Carls?” he asked as he came and put his arms around my waist.
    I couldn’t help but bask in the warmth that emanated from his skin and his hot breath in my ear. I’d missed this. My life had effectively been put on hold since he’d left , and though I’d moved on and found a career, I hadn’t found anyone to match Grey.
    “Yeah , I’m fine,” I lied as I broke his hold on me. “I’m going to get dressed, I have some errands to run.”
    I left my half eaten breakfast on the kitchen island and made my way to my room.
    “Oh, okay.” He sounded disappointed.
    I sat at the foot of my bed with my head in my hands and shame in my heart. The door creaked slightly as Grey knocked and entered. He came and crouched in front of me.
    “You never could lie to me , Carls. Tell me what’s going on, please?” He took my hands from my face and tilted his head to look me in the eye. How could I tell him I was ashamed of what we’d done? It wasn’t that I regretted the hottest sex I’d had in yea r s , it was just that I had slept with someone else’s fiancé. How could I be such a slut?
    “I’m fine, just a little hung-over ,” I lied.
    “As long as that’s it… You’re not regretting last night , are you?”
    “No, it was fun.”
    “Fun? Is that all it was?” he asked, sounding a little offended.
    “If you’re talking about the sex, it was amazing, but then you always