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and get the inevitable confrontation over with.
    She didn’t have to wait much longer. In the moments of Abigail’s panic, Mackenzie had been busily inspecting her bike. Finding no damage, she turned slowly to the older woman, and said coldly, “You.”

Chapter Five
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    Abigail actually gulped. She’d always thought that was some overdramatic thing people did in films, but apparently you also did it when faced with someone who was incredibly pissed off at you and couldn’t take a joke.
    To be fair, it had gone too far and now Abigail was desperately wishing she’d never done it. She should have just taken the other woman’s previous unpleasantness with a pinch of salt and forgotten all about it. Instead her hurt feelings had driven her to retaliate, by hitting Mackenzie where it would make the most impact. Her pride and joy. Her precious motorbike.
    Abigail glanced at it now, then flicked her gaze back to Mackenzie, who was advancing on her, still with a thunderous expression on her face. Now she knew exactly how rabbits and deer felt when they were trapped in the beams from car headlights.
    â€œWell?” Mackenzie said, standing so Abigail was trapped between her and the wall. “Haven’t you got anything to say for yourself? And don’t even try denying it. Your mate in there squealed like a pig. Fucking wimp.”
    Abigail idly wondered which of the men had cracked under the pressure. She quickly came to the conclusion that it didn’t matter. What mattered was getting out of this awful situation as quickly and painlessly as possible. She’d given up on the ground swallowing her up — that clearly wasn’t going to happen — so she’d have to rely on good old-fashioned grovelling.
    â€œI’m really sorry,” she said earnestly. “It was meant to be a joke — first of April, y’know? But I just got a bit carried away.”
    â€œToo right you fucking did. Luckily for you, I twigged that it was a joke, otherwise you could have ended up with the police on your doorstep. The bike may have only been round the damn corner, but I’m sure I could have gotten you charged with something. I’ve just got one question, though.”
    Abigail nodded enthusiastically, willing to give the woman whatever she wanted, if she would just stop looking so damn angry.
    â€œWhy me? Why hide a motorcycle belonging to a practical stranger? Don’t people usually play jokes on people they know? And not on such a large scale?”
    â€œUm...” Abigail wasn’t sure what to say. She knew the damn answer, of course, but she didn’t know if it would make things better or worse. In the absence of any other excuse, she blurted out the truth. “I did it to get my own back on you.” She paused, waiting for a reaction. All she got was raised eyebrows and a look that seemed to mean go on.
    â€œYou were so mean to me last week, and all I was trying to do was talk to you, get to know you a little better. I was eventually going to pluck up the courage to ask you out.”
    Mackenzie’s raised eyebrows almost disappeared into her hairline. “Are you serious? You’re into women? Lucky me.” She still wore an expression of total disbelief. “I had absolutely no idea. It explains a lot, though.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?” Abigail replied, feeling a little better now the furious look had gone from Mackenzie’s beautiful face.
    Now it was the redhead’s turn to look chagrined. “I thought you’d been dared to talk to me, or something. It’s happened to me before — a bunch of dickhead men once dared a female colleague to come and chat me up. I fell for it hook, line and sinker — you wouldn’t blame me if you saw her, she was hot. Then I saw the guys watching us and laughing, and I realised what was happening. It kind of put my guard up.”
    Now Abigail felt