"If you've made it this far into the book, I'm guessing you will. Even without the ever-changing ending." Dempster's smile was easy and broad at her crossed fingers.
He knew he'd pushed her too far when he held out his hand, but it had been an instinctual gesture and now, one that he regretted. Wiggleswade had turned his attention to the scene through the window, only catching a glimpse of Orla in the reflection as she moved closer. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" From this height, the view of London was incredible but he didn't suggest she look anywhere than where she was right now. Something told Dem what an achievement this was for Orla.