“It was the smart thing to do. No longer caring that Arab was watching, Daisy fiercely snogged him as he got out of the taxi. ‘Call me,’ she said. As he enters the close he hears her on the stairs above, breathing and shuffling. What the fuck is Daphne’s problem? She’s still avoiding him, up there on the landing waiting for him to go in so can she can scurry past his door without having to speak to him. Well she can wait. Pierce sits on the bottom stair; he’s going nowhere. If she wants out ...she’ll have to pass him. He sits quietly listening to her breathing two floors above him, amplified in the echoey hollowness of the stairwell. He employs his skill of silent breathing; maybe she’ll think he’s gone out again. But then she might get a fright when she meets him here. He doesn’t want that. Daphne is of a nervous disposition at the best of times, always crying and throwing wobblies. No, it’s better if she knows he’s here. Then she can voluntarily come down and sort things out with him and get back to where they were, or not.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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