This is the twenty-second entry out of the thirty I'm attempting. It is part of a series of thirty entries so I hope you'll read each daily post to find out what happens in the end.
Thank you for reading!
22. On Holiday
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They thought he was on holiday.
Alisa knew better. She knew it because he’d left the same day they’d kissed, when he’d torn himself away afterwards. She was equally angry at herself. It wasn’t right to give into his embraces when there would never be an honourable outcome.
He was the sort of man she’d wedded once already and, if she knew a thing of mistakes, it was certainly that one ought not to repeat the same one. Particularly one which had once left her heart in shambles.
And, Mr Hurst had the capability to do just that.