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“I can’t talk here. Please, can we just go to the car and I’ll explain everything.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Releasing my face, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into the street. Taking out his car keys, he presses a button on the chain and unlocks the doors of the Jaguar. Hastily, I slip in the passenger side and wait nervously for him to join me. As he gets in the driver’s seat, I squeeze my eyes shut to psych myself up. I don’t know how much more stress I can take and secretly wish I hadn’t thrown away the Thurlax.
For a few moments, the two of us sit in silence, listening to the sound of our breathing.
Nick’s the first to break the deadlock. “Baby, what’s this all about? I’m really worried about you.”
“You lied to the police, Nick. You told them you were with Tara the night Jessica died, but you weren’t. Barry just told me therewasno birthday party on that night.” Nick doesn’t say anything. I continue: “Why did you lie? Is there something you want to tell me?”
“No.”
“Then why lie to the police about your whereabouts? If you haven’t got anything to hide, why pretend you were out with Tara? Look at me, Nick.” He looks at me. “Be honest and tell me where you were that night. I promise I won’t be angry, just tell me the truth.”
“I was at home asleep.”
“Don’t give me that!”
“It’s the truth, Carly. I only gave Tara as an alibi to ensure I was safe from further interrogation. Yes, I could have told the police the truth, but that would have left me wide open. Can’t you see that I did this for us?”
“Yeah, right.”
“It’s true. I’ll do anything to protect our life together, so if it means telling a little white lie now and again, I’ll gladly do it.”
“But this isn’t a little lie, it’s a big lie. One that makes me question your sincerity.”
He slams his fist on the dashboard. “Oh my God, are you insinuating that I murdered Jessica? Do you have that little faith in me? You honestly think I would do something that despicable?”
I run my fingers through my hair. “I don’t know, I don’t know. I don’t want to believe it but, well… it’s not looking good, is it?”
“We’re supposed to be a team, Carly. I thought you loved me?”
“I do love you.”
“Then how the hell could you think I murdered Jessica?”
I fall silent. The truth is, Iamstarting to have doubts again. Deep down, I want to believe that Nick’s innocent, but all these lies he’s telling are beginning to take their toll on me. If he truly has nothing to hide, then why does he keep lying?
“Nick, listen—”
He holds up his hand for silence and I realise that I’ve pushed him too far this time. Moodily, he starts up the engine, sets the Jag in motion, and the sudden jerk throws me against him.
“Put on your bloody seatbelt,” he growls.
Hastily, I strap myself in. The anger in his voice is scary.
With a melancholic expression, he turns on the heater and a blast of warmth fills the car. Carefully, he steers the Jaguar onto the main road and within seconds, we’re moving through the dark north London streets, heading in the direction of Pimlico. Trembling, I lean back against the headrest, my skin prickling with nervous energy. I ask no questions. I just keep my eyes on the road, watching the wipers dance back and forth across the windscreen. I can tell Nick’s furious with me and in all honesty, who can blame him? Okay, so he lied about his alibi, but that doesn’t make him a killer. I can completely understand why he’s hurt. I think about how good he’s been to both me and my father and I know that he doesn’t deserve to be treated this way. Desperately, I wrack my brain to find a way to make amends and get back on his good side.
We arrive back in Pimlico around midnight. As soon as we get inside the house, Nick heads straight upstairs to the bedroom. It’s clear he’s in a foul mood and nothing I say can lift his spirits. He hasn’t said a word to me since we left Tara’s, and I think this time, my rash behaviour has cut him deeply. Oh how I wish I could turn back the clock and not said all those hurtful things.
Sheepishly, I kick off my shoes in the hall and follow Nick upstairs. When I get to the bedroom I find him standing by the four-poster, looking all stiff and agitated. I hover in the doorway, staring at him. The air is thick with tension.
He stands there like he doesn’t know what to do with himself, then, slowly, he takes off his jacket and his shirt and lays them in a neat pile on the chair. I catch my breath. The ripped body beneath those clothes is enough to give a girl heart failure, and as he slides down his trousers and boxers, my stomach starts doing crazy things. His cock is already stiff and despite his anger, I am in no doubt that he wants me.
Holy Shit, he’s doing this on purpose. Why the heck is he naked? He knows damn well the effect he has on me and he’s milking it for all it’s worth.
Without making eye contact with me, Nick climbs in the bed, rolls onto his side and makes a point of moving as far away to the edge as possible.
