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talking to a journalist?'

'Why do you think she was talking to a journalist?' chimes in Jemima proudly.

'What?' Jack's gaze swivels to her with dislike.

'You think you're such a bigshot millionaire! You think you can use little people. You think

you can give away someone's private secrets and completely humiliate them and get away

with it. Well, you can't!'

She takes a few steps towards him, folding her arms and lifting her chin with satisfaction.

'Emma's been waiting for a chance to get her revenge on you, and now she's found it! That

was a journalist, if you want to know. And he's on your case. And when you find your little

Scottish secret plastered all over the papers, then maybe you'll know what it feel like to be

betrayed! And maybe you'll be sorry. Tell him, Emma! Tell him!'

But I'm paralysed.

The minute she said the word Scottish I saw Jack's face change. It kind of snapped. He almost

seemed winded with shock. He looked straight at me and I could see the growing disbelief in

his eyes.

'You might think you know Emma, but you don't,' Jemima is continuing delightedly, like a cat

tearing apart its prey. 'You underestimated her, Jack Harper. You underestimated what she's

capable of.'

Shut up! I'm screaming internally. It's not true! Jack, I would never, I would never …

But nothing in my body will move. I can't even swallow. I'm pinioned, staring helplessly at

him with a face I know is covered with guilt.

Jack opens his mouth, then closes it again. Then he turns on his heel, pushes the door open

and walks out.

For a moment there's silence in the tiny room.

'Well!' says Jemima, smacking her hands triumphantly, 'That showed him!'

It's as though she breaks the spell. Suddenly I can move again. I can draw breath.

'You…' I'm almost shaking too much to speak. 'You stupid… stupid… thoughtless…

bitch!'

The door bursts open and Lissy appears, wide-eyed.

'What the hell happened here?' she demands. 'I just saw Jack storming out. He looked

absolutely like thunder!'

'She brought a journalist here!' I say in anguish, gesturing at Jemima. 'A bloody tabloid

journalist. And Jack found us all closeted here, and he thinks… God know what he thinks…'

'You stupid cow!' Lissy slaps Jemima across the face. 'What were you thinking.'

'Ow! I was helping Emma get vengeance on her enemy.'

'He's not my enemy, you stupid…' I'm on the verge of tears. 'Lissy… what am I going to do?

What?'

'Go,' she says, and looks at me with anxious eyes. 'You can still catch him. Go.'

I pelt out of the door and through the courtyard, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my lungs

burning. When I reach the road I look frantically left and right. Then I spot him, down the

road.

'Jack, wait.'

He's striding along with his mobile phone to his ear, and at my voice he turns round with a

taut face.

'So that's why you were so interested in Scotland.'

'No!' I say, aghast. 'No! Listen, Jack, they don't know. They don't know anything, I promise. I

didn't tell them about-' I stop myself. 'All Jemima knows is that you were there. Nothing

more. She was bluffing. I haven't said anything.'

Jack doesn't answer. He gives me a long look, then starts striding again.

'It was Jemima who called that guy, not me!' I cry desperately, ru

to stop her… Jack, you know me! You know I would never do this to you. Yes, I told Jemima

about you being in Scotland. I was hurt, and I was angry, and it… came out. And that was a

mistake. But… but you made a mistake too, and I forgave you.'

He's not even looking at me. He's not even giving me a chance. His silver car pulls up at the

pavement, and he opens the passenger door.

I feel a stab of panic.