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‘Samantha.’ Rafaele smiled. ‘Aren’t you going to ask me in? It’s cold out here.’

Sam’s hand clenched tightly around the door. Panic rushed into her blood. Finally rousing her.

‘Now isn’t a good time. I thought I made it clear that I’m not interested.’

A dull flush accentuated Rafaele’s cheekbones, but Sam was barely aware of it when she heard the high-pitched, ‘Mummy!’ which was accompanied by small feet running at full speed behind her.

She felt Milo land at her legs and could almost visualise his little round face peeping out to see who was at the door. As if she were trying in vain to halt an oncoming train, Sam said in a thready voice, ‘Now really isn’t a good time.’

Rafaele stared at Milo for what seemed like an age. He frowned and then looked as if someone had just hit him in the belly. Dazed, he glanced up at Sam and she knew exactly what he was seeing. Her eyes were wide and stricken, set in a face leached of all colour.

Panicked. Guilty.

Just like that something in his eyes turned to ice and she knew that he knew.