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Uncaged

... that wasn’t holding hers rested on her bare knee. “It’s already happening, isn’t it?” he breathed. “You never saw it, but now you do. You don’t have to deny it. It doesn’t mean anything to me. It’s about you. And you could get away from it all right now. Leave everything behind before you get hurt too badly.” Isla tried to stop her mind working but it was already going over the last few months, picking up on the secretive phone calls, on Jeff’s late nights at the office, on Colleen, his red-haired secretary, who she suddenly remembered as being almost offensively beautiful. God, no. No. No . Just because a stranger said some stuff it didn’t mean anything. Jeff loved her. Of course he did. And tonight they would celebrate five years of married life. He was loyal. Of course he was. He was perfect. And yet, the small seed of doubt that Heath had planted was already growing into a deep-rooted weed. “Why’d you have to say that?” Isla said, and she had to bite her lip hard to stop it trembling. “Why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut?” Heath didn’t smile. He didn’t look triumphant. He looked almost sad. “I don’t know. You just remind me of myself so much.” Isla felt his hand inch up her leg and rest on her thigh, his fingers almost caressing it. Her eyes darted to the other people waiting at the bus-stop. Without her realising it, a crowd of commuters had formed to wait for the bus. None of them were looking at her. They were absorbed in their phones and tablets, or simply ...

... staring into space. Heath’s hand moved higher still. “Jeff isn’t like that,” she said, and her voice had an uncertain tremor in it. “Just because your marriage was a mess doesn’t mean mine is.” “Okay,” Heath said. “Fine.” “I mean it,” Isla said, and yet she didn’t push his hand away. “We would never hurt each other.” “Not intentionally,” Heath said softly. “But people want what they can’t have and if they’re weak, they go for it regardless. Just like I’m going for you.” Isla frowned. “Wha-?” His lips met hers before she could even finish the word and he was kissing her hard, shoving her back against the cheap bus shelter, his hand going all the way up her skirt, fingers pressing urgently against her underwear. Isla dragged herself away, painfully aware of the amused gazes of some of the crowd. She should have slapped him. She should have screamed. He was a stranger. But she didn’t make a fuss. She didn’t even say anything. She just stared at him breathlessly. “You could leave today,” Heath said, and there was urgency in his voice. “Tonight. Come with me. Wherever we want to go. It doesn’t have to be with me. You could go alone. Freedom. Nobody to answer to. You could do whatever you want.” “I can’t,” Isla said. “I have a life here. Family. Not kids, but my parents. Brothers.” “How often do you see them?” Heath asked, and his hand was still under her skirt. “Couple of times a year? You can come back for that.” “What about money?” “You don’t need much,” Heath said. “Enough for your ...