existing customers himself. For good measure, she added, âPlease?â
âItâll have to come out of her wages.â
Naturally. Maddy flashed him a brilliant smile. âIâll pay you the thirty pence myself.â
âBlimey, you must be desperate.â Aware of Maddy and Nualaâs intensive gossip sessions, Dexter raised an eyebrow. âNot pregnant, are you?â
âI just need to talk to Nuala.â She heaved an inward sigh. âAnd youâre her boss, which is why Iâm being so nice to you.â
âOK. What dâyou want to drink?â
Hooray. âTwo Cokes please.â
âGo ahead then. Take her outside.â Dexter waved a dismissive arm in the direction of Nuala, emerging from the storeroom with a fresh supply of salt-and-vinegar chips. âJust for ten minutes. And sheâll have Diet Coke,â he added. âThereâs hardly room for both of us in one bed as it is.â
âBackyard,â Maddy told Nuala when sheâd dumped the bags of chips and Dexter had served their drinks. As he dropped the change into Maddyâs hand, he said, âTime starts⦠now .â
âActually,â Nuala said brightly when they were seated outside, âI prefer Diet Coke. Once you get used to the taste, itâsââ
âNo you donât,â Maddy interrupted. âYouâve just brainwashed yourself into thinking you prefer it because Dexter wonât let you drink the normal kind.â A lot of their conversations ran along these lines, with Nuala defending Dexter and Maddy vainly attempting to make her see sense.
âButââ
âAnyway, enough about you. Weâre here to talk about me. If I donât tell you my stuff, I may have to explode.â
âAnd Dexter would make me clear up all the mess.â Instantly diverted, Nuala leaned her elbows on the table and said eagerly, âGo on then, tell me. Is this to do with the bloke you met last week at the party?â
âYes.â
âI knew it! Is he completely gorgeous?â
â Yes , butââ
âAnd you really, really fancy him?â
âYesââ
âAnd he really, really fancies you? Oh wow, thatâs so brilliant! When did all this happen and why didnât you tell me befâ ow! â
âSorry.â Maddy sighed, because the only way to stop Nuala when she got this carried away was to pinch her wrist hard. She hadnât meant to grind the bones like that, though.
âThat hurt!â
âI knowâsorry, sorryâbut we donât have time to play twenty questions, and the thing is, it isnât brilliant becauseââ
âGod, heâs married . What a basâoh, no you donât.â Nuala snatched her wrist away just in time. âOK, sorry. Iâll shut up.â Pause. âBut Iâm right, arenât I? Heâs married .â
âHe isnât.â Shaking her head, Maddy explained the whole sorry McKinnon saga in four minutes flat. This time Nuala listened intently and didnât interrupt once.
âShit,â she said flatly when Maddy had finished.
âI know.â
âThis isnât good.â
âTell me about it,â agreed Maddy, draining her Coke and feeling pretty drained herself. At least, her brain felt drained, but underneath the wooden trellis table, her hopelessly overexcited knees were jiggling away like mini Michael Flatleys. Taking an envelope from her jeans pocket and placing it in front of Nuala, she added, âAnd now this.â
Nuala whisked the enclosed sheet of paper from the battered envelope and read the brief handwritten note.
âHe wants to meet you tomorrow! God, this is so romantic! I mean, Iâve had phone calls and text messages in my time, but nobodyâs ever written me a letter.â
âItâs not romantic when heâs only doing it because a phone call would be too
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