_OceanofPDF.com_The_Girl_on_the_Train_-_Paula_Hawkins

I don’t know how long I stay there in his arms, but when I come back
to myself, my phone is ringing. I don’t answer it, but a moment later it
beeps to alert me that there’s a text. It’s from Scott. Where are you? And
seconds after that, the phone starts ringing again. This time it’s Tara.
Disentangling myself from Kamal’s embrace, I answer.
“Megan, I don’t know what you’re up to, but you need to call Scott.
He’s rung here four times. I told him you’d nipped out to the offie to get
some wine, but I don’t think he believed me. He says you’re not picking
up your phone.” She sounds pissed off, and I know I should appease her,
but I don’t have the energy.
“OK,” I say. “Thanks. I’ll ring him now.”
“Megan—” she says, but I end the call before I can hear another word.
It’s after ten. I’ve been here for more than two hours. I turn off my
phone and turn to face Kamal.
“I don’t want to go home,” I say.
He nods, but he doesn’t invite me to stay. Instead he says, “You can
come back, if you like. Another time.”
I step forward, closing the gap between our bodies, stand on tiptoe
and kiss his lips. He doesn’t pull away from me.