A week ago, if she’d seen Daniel Bradford rendered defenceless by confusion like this, she’d have thought it was sweet. Now Chloe just revelled in it. He was so full of himself, thought he knew who she was and what she was capable of, did he?
‘I heard you’d had to take leave because of Kelly,’ she said. ‘I thought she might be...well, you know, that she might have found out...’ She shoved the undamaged bottle in Daniel’s direction. ‘Look, I just thought she might need some girly pampering to cheer her up, okay? It’s hardly a crime.’
His mouth worked. ‘But I thought...’
‘Yes, I know what you thought,’ she said. ‘And, believe me, I’ve got much better things to do with my time than stalk you. You made it abundantly clear you’re not interested.’
Daniel’s gaze drifted to her finger. The blob of lotion on her hand was now looking like raspberry-ripple ice cream, with a swirl of red amongst the thick white. ‘You’d better come inside.’
Chloe shook her head. ‘Not likely. I’m not giving you any more ammunition than I have already. Next thing I know you’ll have the police down here.’
‘Don’t be idiotic,’ he said, regaining some of his usual charm.
Chloe started to laugh again, a dry, airless sound. ‘You’ve destroyed your sister’s gift and accused me of stalking you, and I’m the one who’s idiotic?’
He folded his arms again. ‘Well, after the other night...’
‘For goodness’ sake! All I did was get a little friendly with a man I thought was interested. And now I’m a stalker? Haven’t you ever made a pass at the wrong person before? It didn’t make you an evil monster, did it?’
His mouth moved, but Chloe was very satisfied to discover that he had no words to rebut her valid argument. It just spurred her on.
‘And, up until that moment, I didn’t hear you complaining one bit. Quite the reverse.’
He glared down at her. ‘Are you quite finished?’
Chloe sucked in air through her nostrils and let it out through her mouth. ‘Actually, I think I am.’ And she was feeling much better now.
Daniel was staring at her finger again. It was starting to drip.
‘I really think you’d better come inside,’ he said.
Looking at her finger, Chloe did too. ‘Okay. But as long as you understand that it’s only for medical attention and you will in no way be applying for a restraining order if I step foot over that threshold for a few minutes.’
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