Of course, he was right. Where she lay on the bed thinking about it, she realized the truth—that she’d been so flattered by his attention, she’d overlooked her own uneasiness and ignored that veil of Christian between them. What did she want? She wanted this Christian guy to go away; she wanted David to lose that shadow of needing and be the man she’d dreamt of, to make her feel the way Killiney had made her feel.
Or did she? Listen to your insides, she told herself.
It was only a moment more and she was putting on her shoes, pulling on her coat, trying to shake Christian’s image from her mind as she went downstairs and out into the rain, heading for Swallowhill in a daze. She had no idea what she’d do once she got there. She only knew what she wanted—at last, what she wanted!—to be away from David to think.