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What do you mean, who am I talk-bout?”
    “Only who ?”
    She couldn’t tell if Holly was muttering or if the connection was getting worse. “…ut’ve been a bad br-p-really, Sarah, for you to … tend … nt … nothing to you. For fuck’s sake, we’re talking about … lor here. Tay … what the hell happ-to Taylor?”
    Sarah scrunched her face up in concentration as she recalled their college days together; the times they’d discussed fashion and design; that time they’d gone and interviewed potential employees because they were on the verge of setting up a label together – the next Armani – which, needless to say, never took off… Still, she couldn’t be hearing her right. “You want to know what happened to my tailor?”
    Her Blackberry rang from upstairs.
    “Shit! Holly, I have to go. I will call you tomorrow, okay? If your number’s different, then text me your new one – my mobile phone’s still the same. Or email. Just get the hell in touch.”
    “Wait—”
    “I have to go. Speak tomorrow. And congrats, Holly!” Sarah hung up and raced upstairs, jumping on both her Blackberry and her bed in a bid to get there before it rang out.
    Amil’s name blinked at her from the screen.
    “Hey!” she yelled on answering, totally out of breath.
    “Hey, yourself.”
    She could hear the smile in his tone, and she found herself smiling back to the Smartphone in her hand, although she doubted even the phone was smart enough to tell.
    “Your landline was engaged. Everything all right?”
    “Yeah. Old friend. We were just catching up.”
    “Sounds nice. Just wanted to make sure five o’clock still suits. I can’t wait to get this meeting over with, then,” his voice lowered, “I’m grabbing a bite to eat and heading straight to yours.”
    The way he said that last sentence – practically growled it out – made her stomach clench with anticipation and … yep, there was a clenching elsewhere too, which proved she wasn’t a nun after all.
    “I’ll be ready,” she breathed into the phone, far more heavily than she’d intended, then realised what she sounded like. In the mirror, she caught herself going beetroot.
    Amil laughed. “Wear something sexy, sweetheart. I want to peel it off you slowly. Every inch of you that’s revealed to me as you move and glide under my hands tonight, is mine. ” He kept his tone light over his dark words. It was the darkness she responded to. It made her wet. And achy.
    She bit back the moan that wafted over her tongue, but Amil must have taken her silence the wrong way because suddenly, he sounded uncomfortable. “You know I’m only teasing … I mean, we don’t have to—”
    Oh, god no! “I’ll be ready, Amil,” she repeated, this time with absolute conviction as she let him hear the weight behind her words.
    Another pause; a heavy breath … “Fuck,” he whispered. “I can’t wait. See you soon, darling.”
    He hung up.
    Sarah’s eyes landed on the dress on her armchair.
    Red it is then.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    Lydia almost whooped for joy and started clapping when the pick-up truck made it all the way up the hill.
    “Ha-ha! I knew you could do it!”
    Her new baby may be wizened, but she was a tough old crone. She should really give her a name – she deserved a name. She could call her Violet – it was her middle name and what her mum had wanted to call her at birth, but her dad had objected, saying she’d be picked on at school because of the colour of her eyes, so they had settled for Violet being her middle name.
    Pulling the gear stick to neutral, she switched off the engine.
    “No,” she said aloud to herself, “I can’t call you Violet. That’s a stupid name for a hunk of metal, no matter how awesome you are.”
    The breeze picked up briefly as it wafted through her open window, Aunt Gladys’ wretched perfume hinted on it once more.
    What the…
    She scanned her surroundings for the second time that day.
    Nothing.
    What was going