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wonder.’ He laughs lightly as he teases me.
    Despite my annoyance at myself and at him, I suddenly find I have this unbelievable urge to run my hand along the stubble that has appeared on his face. Slap slap slap. I mentally slap myself really hard and tell my stomach to stop doing backflips.
    â€˜Haven’t been in a chatty sort of mood tonight.’ That’s as close to an explanation as he’s going to get from me. He should be apologising to me for almost making me burn a new pair of jeans.
    â€˜With me, right?’ Smart boy. So he has picked up on my attitude. I actually thought that I was being subtle. I guess I kind of forgot my earlier oath to behave myself and this is now God’s idea of payback.
    â€˜Look I’m sorry, Chris, if I’ve come across as rude. It’s just me.’ I can’t believe I just apologised. I can’t believe how cute he looks sitting here in the dark. Now if this was a bar and he wasn’t Katerina’s koumbaro , I would definitely be putting on the charm. What the hell am I thinking?
    â€˜Well, that’s a relief. I thought maybe I smelled or something.’ He does smell, but it’s a nice smell.
    He’s grabbing my smokes. ‘Mind if I have one?’ Why is he even asking? He’d already lit it up before the question came out. Presumptuous prick.
    â€˜It’ll stunt your growth.’
    God he has a sexy laugh. Okay, call in the men in white coats – I think I’m losing my mind. I have definitely taken leave of my senses.
    â€˜You know what, Desi?’
    At this very moment I know very little. In fact I feel like I know nothing. I’ll just let him continue and enlighten me with what I should know.
    â€˜I’m actually very glad that you’re here tonight.’
    â€˜Why?’ I don’t know what else to say to his comment.
    â€˜Well, everyone here is either married or getting married or is under the age of ten. Nice to know I’m not alone in the single world.’
    How does he know I’m single? For all he knows I could have a fiancé or husband and half a dozen kids packed away somewhere.
    â€˜How can you be sure that I don’t have one of those domestic lives hidden away somewhere?’ What a stupid question. Katerina would have answered that question when she planned this night. She would have left no room for doubt about the status of my love life, or lack thereof.
    â€˜I asked Katerina.’
    Confirmation that there have been discussions going on about me. I feel like a lamb headed off to the slaughter. Now I know how those poor lambs feel at Easter. They’re taken somewhere peaceful, fed up and fattened up, lulled into a false sense of security, and then out comes the butcher with the axe. I was lulled into that false sense of security by being allowed to sneak away for a few minutes’ peace, and bam, there comes Chris with his own kind of axe to chop me up and place me on a roasting spit.
    â€˜Excuse me? Did Katerina send you out here to find me as well?’ I’m angry now. But I don’t really know why, which is making me even angrier. Am I angry at Katerina for orchestrating this whole thing or angry at myself for falling into her trap?
    â€˜Des, you sure are paranoid.’
    He’s mocking me. He finds this amusing.
    â€˜I came looking for you because I wanted to.’
    Oh my God, stomach please settle down, please, pretty please stop fluttering like the butterfly display at the zoo. I can stay calm, take a drag of my cigarette, and appear cool. The plan backfires as I choke on the smoke.
    â€˜Why?’ I can only croak recovering from the choking. ‘Why did you want to find me?’
    â€˜Because I’ve been hassling Katerina about you ever since Stella’s christening.’
    Everything is starting to make sense now. He hassles Katerina, Katerina hassles me and suckers me into tonight. And I show up