softly, finally clasping her hand in his in a handshake like no other. Could he feel her thundering pulse through her skin?
‘None.’ She couldn’t get her voice above a whisper. ‘But it’s done.’
‘Okay. Then, bye, beautiful Leah.’ He glanced down at their linked hands for a brief moment and then released her. ‘Thank you for a wonderful night.’
‘Thank you too,’ she echoed awkwardly and quickly turned away. ‘Bye.’
On the way down to the ground floor she squared her shoulders and refused to feel any sadness. Refused. She’d had an amazing night—the best night of her life, just as he’d promised. As she acknowledged that, a surprising shot of confidence lifted her. So what if she had bed hair? So what if the porter waiting to escort her into the taxi could tell she’d spent the night barely sleeping because one man—one amazing man—had wanted her and she’d wanted him and together they’d done all kinds of wonderful?
Things were looking up. She’d moved to London, she had her own place, a new job she actually wanted and she was going to make such a go of it.
Finally, her life was only going to get better.
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