Chapter 157

*LORENZO* My body responded immediately. Fuck. She draws in a sharp breath, and her eyes grow impossibly large. I drop my hand. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, appalled that I’m pawing the girl. Though Carla’s words come back to me. She likes you and doesn’t want to give herself away. “I must go,” Danica says, and not bothering to remove the scarf from her head, she scoots around me and bolts for the front door. As I hear it close, I notice that she’s left her boots. I reach for them and rush to the front door and open it. But she’s disappeared. Looking at her boots in my hand I turn them over and I’m distressed to see that they’re so old that the soles are worn thin. Hence the wet footprints. She must be penniless if this is what she’s wearing. Scowling, I take them back to the kitchen and glance through the glass door that leads out onto the fire escape. The weather is fine today, so even in her trainers her feet won’t get wet. What on earth possessed me to touch her? That was a mistake. I r