acting, Stefan knows me too well, “but any boy who has the chance to date you should be calling you or at least texting you daily.” I smile. The compliment is heart warming. “When he does call, will you promise me something?” “What?” I asked suspiciously. “Will you try to play hard to get a bit? Let him know that he’s bloody lucky to have the chance with you and that you’re worth more than last minute plans.” I’m still smiling. “So you think he will call?” Stefan nods. He’s got that ‘I knew it’ look on his face. Did I just show my vulnerable side to him? “Yes. He’ll call. There’s not a boy or man on this planet that wouldn’t.” Am I blushing?
Chapter Fifteen
“Hello, anyone home?” I yell as I unlock the front door. “I’m in here. Hope you haven’t eaten, I’m making lasagne.” I wander into the kitchen where I would have gone anyway as the smell is delicious. Poppy can’t boil an egg but she makes the best lasagne you’ve ever tasted. It takes her an hour to make the ragù and she only buys the freshest ingredients. She even makes her own pasta. “Mmmm. Even if I had eaten you know I’m always up for your lasagne." She's layering up the dish looking so glamorous and gorgeous it’s sickening! Flour marks one of her cheeks and her usually perfect pony tail is a little squiffy. With her shirt sleeves rolled up and bits of pasta all over the counter, she looks totally in command. "Anything exciting happen lately?” “Grab yourself a diet Pepsi, Robbie and I had a kill last night.” She says as she put the lasagne in the oven. “We went to the movies to see the new Denzel one. Excellent as always. Love him with glasses. Just makes him all the more sexy don’t you think?” She slams the oven door triumphantly and starts to tidy up the mess. “Denzel is always sexy.” I agree. “Well, we came out the back door; you know the one you’d never go out of alone? Thought we’d cut down the back alley and grab a pizza in that terrible little hole in the wall place before heading home. We see a couple up ahead arguing over something. He’d enjoyed the film, she’d wanted to see the Julia one, you know, usual thing. They were both grey so we didn't pay too much attention. We got the pizza and I got some barbecue chicken wings and garlic balls. I love them. So bad for you but so good. I think Robbie got pepperoni.” She’s frowning trying to remember. “OK, then what happened?” I may have said, I’m not patient and Poppy does have a way of going off on a tangent. “Well I didn't get to eat them! I’m still annoyed.” She pouts. “I’ll get you some tomorrow. But I’m guessing you didn't eat them because of the kill you mentioned?” I prod gently. “Well of course.” She rolls her eyes at me. “Why else wouldn't you eat those gorgeous little garlic balls of joy? Sometimes Alice I think you’re not paying attention.” I guess I’d leant forward in anticipation so I lean back into the chair and wait as patiently as I can. She's finished wiping the counter top down and starts washing the dishes. “So, as I was saying, we've got our food and have to cut back through the alley to get to the car. We see the girl again but it looks as if the boyfriend has just left her there. She’s got that ‘do I go after him’ look or should she just walk the other way to the bus stop. I wondered whether to say anything but as I passed her she smiled as if everything was ok so I left it at that. Just as we’re reaching the main road I see a man walk past us into the alley and I get that horrible taste in my mouth. As if I’ve bitten my tongue; blood and coppery.” She shivered. “I thought Robbie’s back was going to break he doubled up so quickly!” She places the last dish on the draining board and joins me at the kitchen table. “So what happened? Where was the girl? He didn’t harm her did he?” “You are so