Her heart went from her chest to firmly in her throat when first he brushed her knee and then he found her hand.... and that was the moment, when it hit her with sudden swiftness, that she was in love with Adrian Pucey.
Shite.
"She's shagging Wood," was all Alicia could manage. Under the table, her thumb brushed over the back of Adrian's hand, and she squeezed it ever so slightly.
She couldn't quite look at him, instead she looked at her drink for a moment before turning and giving him a look, just for a fraction of a moment, that was scared and at the same time said everything.
Then she looked over at Montague as if nothing had happened.