wince was tiny but he caught it and something stabbed him in the chest. ‘London gets a trifle dull after a while, don’t you find?’
‘No.’
‘Oh.’ She frowned. And then shrugged. ‘Well, each to their own.’
Barriers were springing up all around her telling him to back off. But as she’d pointed out, he was persistent.
‘I don’t buy it,’ he said, deceptively mildly.
‘Tough.’
Matt leaned forwards. ‘Tell me.’
‘No.’
But she was wavering.
‘Maybe I can help.’
‘You already did,’ she said, and then went bright red.
‘How?’
‘Doesn’t matter.’
‘If it involves me it does matter.’
‘Let’s just say I met you at a time when my self-esteem wasn’t exactly sky-high.’
‘And I boosted it?’
‘Something like that,’ she muttered.
‘You used me.’ Matt sat back and wondered whether he was hurt or amused.
Her gaze flew to his. ‘No. Of course not.’
Oh, she was terrible at lying. He didn’t say anything, just lifted an eyebrow and stared at her until her cheeks went even redder.
‘Well, maybe just a little bit.’ She screwed up her eyes as if not wanting to see his reaction.
She needn’t have worried. He had no complaints. ‘Charming,’ he said mildly, folding his arms over his chest and grinning. ‘I’m devastated.’
Her eyes flew open in shock and then she relaxed and returned his grin. ‘I can tell.’
‘Nevertheless, I think you owe me an explanation.’
‘I don’t see why. Can you honestly say you didn’t use me?’
‘This isn’t about me.’
Laura nodded and took a deep breath. ‘OK, fine. The day I was made redundant I got home early to find my boyfriend at the time with his secretary. In our bed.’
‘Ah.’
‘I know. Tacky, or what? They’d been having an affair for three months, would you believe, and I hadn’t a clue. I’d rented my flat out when I moved in with him and, what with three being a bit of a crowd, I couldn’t exactly stick around. So I trawled through the websites of a number of rental agencies and found the cottage in Little Somerford and I left.’
‘What a jerk.’ The hammering urge to hunt her ex-boyfriend down and pummel the living daylights out of him thumped Matt in the chest, taking him completely by surprise.
She blinked. ‘Well, yes. But I guess he wasn’t wholly to blame.’
‘Seems to me that that kind of behaviour is inexcusable,’ he muttered, wondering exactly where such a violent reaction had come from.
She bit her lip. ‘True, but I was too easygoing, too easy to please. Too afraid of confrontation. I let him get away with too much. I let him walk all over me.’ She shrugged.
Easy-going? Afraid of confrontation? Matt nearly fell off his chair. That didn’t sound like the Laura he knew. Since the moment he’d met her she’d been feisty, fearless and determined.
Snapshots flew around his head. Of Laura on the path, batting her eyelids and pouting. Arching her back on his sofa and staring up at him with that come-hither look. Sitting in his office, limbs crossed, chin up as she told him she wasn’t leaving.
His stomach churned with a weird combination of lust, admiration and something that felt suspiciously like jealousy.
‘Which has kind of been the story of my life,’ she was saying. ‘Much as it pains me to admit it, I have been a bit of a doormat.’
Matt dragged himself back to the conversation. ‘You could have fooled me,’ he muttered, his voice not betraying any hint of the confusion battering his brain.
Laura grinned. ‘Ah, well, that’s because after the double whammy of losing my job and my boyfriend I went on an assertiveness course.’
‘That sounds dangerous.’
‘It was. Very. Module One was entitled “How to Embrace Confrontation”. Module Two covered learning how to say no. And Module Three focused on how to get what you want.’
‘You must be a fast learner.’
Laura nodded. ‘Like lightning.’
‘For someone allegedly afraid of confrontation,’ he said dryly, ‘you’re pretty good at it.’
She grinned and his stomach swooped. ‘It’s turned out to be surprisingly liberating. As has going for what I want and saying no.’
Sometimes saying no wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Sometimes the only word a man wanted to hear was yes. In exactly the breathy pleading way she’d said all those little yeses that afternoon.
‘Anyway. Change is good, don’t you think?’
‘Depends on the change,’ Matt muttered, struggling to keep his focus on reconciling the Laura he knew to the one she described and not on the yeses. ‘Where did the pushover tendencies come from?’
‘My parents’ divorce when I was thirteen, I suppose.’
‘Tricky.’
‘Very.’
‘Amicable?’
She winced. ‘Hideous.’
‘I’m sorry.’
Laura shrugged. ‘Things had been bad for years, even though at the time it all seemed so sudden. I think I probably compensated by trying not to put a foot wrong, in the childish hope that if I was good enough they’d stay together. Which was nuts, of course,’ she said. ‘I know it had nothing to do with me and they’re far happier apart, but I guess old habits die hard.’
‘If ever.’
Laura shook her head. ‘Ah, you see, that’s where you’re wrong. My people-pleasing days are well and truly over.’
That was a shame.
The thought slammed into Matt’s head before he could stop it and stayed there flashing in neon, reminding him just how well she’d pleased him.
‘Anyway
