So?

“So what?” For the first time since he had met her, Juliette seemed to be on the back foot.

“So...so I think we have to stop meeting right now and try to stop this witch-hunt.” There, he’d said it. The cat was out of the bag.

“And I thought you liked me.” Juliette’s expression was unusually quizzical and a touch hurt.

“Of course I do. In fact, for some crazy reason I actually love you. We wouldn’t be here now if I didn’t... I'd have run a mile. But I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“So?”

This was it.