I'm Not Guilty of Murder

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could say without slipping my secret

ement rather than the b

ything a

surface of my cocktail. I avoided Alex’s eyes. She knew me too well, and I couldn’t risk

ou guy

ss. I

ve and aggressive. ‘If he’s cheating, I will bloody kill him.’ She slapped her hand on the bar, draw

’s ferocity. ‘It’s nothing like that. Oh, it’s just so … well, I gu

jumble of emotions into a coherent thought. It would be i

on are perfect together. You’re in love, you know you are. You’re

even years.’ I

ith an astonishing amount of confidence for someone who had a

ho used her tall, hourglass figure as a kind of weapon, winked at the muscular young man and grabbed a chip, somehow managing to turn the ac

dating, getting to sleep with different guys … it just seems exciting, and I’ve never had that. Jason was the first guy I ever slept

starters, the sex is usually too drunken to be good. And it’s not like I feel awesome for it the next day. More often than not I wake up guilty. I mean, it can

ambling and we’d both like to trade places. We’re doing pretty well at this a

orget about Calum for the night, which wasn’t going to happen at home. Jason had asked me to stay in, to coo

y-tipsy friend. ‘Well, that is a ra

he dark-haired waiter arrived, flushed by the att

of prosecco,’ she purred. ‘And