Still, it's a real Saturday market and people still come from miles around to patronise it.Edward tells me I'm old-fashioned and I should ditch the lo... and replace them with power tools. He has four; an electric drill, a jig saw, a circular saw and a sander. He claims he can do any job around the house with them. It's not very charitable, I know, but, how should I put it, his diy prowess don't quite match his business acumen. I would be quite ashamed to display some of his projects which are,. I return the gesture before letting myself in. Going into the lounge, Liam rises from the couch."Miss Williams." He continues to call me by the name he used to address me by when I was his teacher. "Hi Liam." I sniff daintily as I have rehearsed, dabbing my eyes, I sense his concern. "Are you alright?" Liam steps nearer to me and I look up with watery eyes after having dabbed a tissue spritzed with perfume to them. I blink back the real tears that pool in the corners and sniff, "I," my. We are looking at each other in shadow light. He points towards the doors, indicating – the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom. Huge floor to ceiling glass patio doors lead to a small balcony. We stand out there together for a moment. There's a great view of the town below, lights, people, cars – looking quite small from up here. He goes towards the fridge. Here comes the nightcap. Two small bottles of beer. I don't know if I can drink any more but I take the bottle from him anyway and give. Since he obviously just wanted to pick me up, I made a rude face. My expression said Are you nuts?! But my voice didn’t say anything. As if sensing my thought, he smiled. ‘I guess it is on the chilly side.’ He turned to me and I quickly wiped the childish look off my face. I still didn’t say anything, though, because he was handsome, and that pissed me off. Great, just what I need. Not only a guy on the make, a good-looking guy on the make. I knew all about the pretty ones, my.