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good-humoured yoga teacher like Trixie Beaumont. I—that being the person who lived inside my body at the moment—felt no connection to the woman I had been in the past. The drugs, the booze, it was all so far away... Some blurry memory, like a half-forgotten dream.
The sound of tyres on sand made me look up. There is always sand in Venice.
The Jaguar pulled around the corner and stopped right in front of me. Alex got out and this time he was not wearing a suit, but a pair of old blue jeans and a plain, light blue t-shirt. The ensemble showed his athletic physique to its best advantage. My breath caught in my throat. He was magnificent.
"We're colour combined," was the first thing he remarked.
He was right. I was clad in a short jeans skirt, a light blue tank top and converse sneakers. I looked down, briefly fearing my real name was written on my shirt front. I smiled awkwardly and I did not need to fake it. The knowledge of our secret business connection was enough to turn me into a psychological pudding and his physical presence finished me off completely.
"Hi." He loomed over me, but kept a distance of approximately three feet.
"Hi."
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes."
"All right. Lead the way."
"This way."
We started walking, both with our hands in our pockets, like two helpless teenagers.
"What happened to the Cadillac?" I asked with a shaky voice.
He smiled shyly. "It's not that comfortable for everyday use. The Jag's far better sprung."
"Yes, they are... I mean, it does look as if it were."
Argh!
All right, I needed to watch it. Humble, hard-working yoga teachers did not possess any in-depth knowledge about the comfort of Jaguars. The granddaughters of dukes did. I had to be very careful to keep my two personas apart. (Okay, okay, my concentration was a bit off, but please! It was not my fault! Have you ever seen a Norse god smile shyly? It would break the best of us! Nobody with an ovary in her body would keep her head under such circumstances! Scratch me some scratch! No, that is not how you say it. Cut me some slack!)
"Do you have a car?"
"No. I have a bicycle."
"I see you're living in the right place."
"I agree. — The restaurant's over there. Odds and Eggs. I love their egg benedict with shrimp."
"Sounds promising."
My oh my , this conversation is going to be cumbersome , I thought.
I was contemplating what to say next when my backside played a jingle and vibrated with some resonance. Or at least the phone inside my rear pocket did.
"Gosh, sorry, I'd meant to turn the sound off. Hold on a sec." I fished the offensive instrument from my jeans about to turn it off, but then I saw the message. It was not a text message but a photograph. It was... a baby!
I stopped dead in my tracks and gazed at the screen, dumbfounded. It was indeed the picture of a tiny creature in yellow rompers, resting on a tanned, masculine arm. The text beneath it read: "Tamzin says hello."
"Oh my God," I whimpered. Hot tears shot into my eyes and I held out an arm to lean against Alex. He was the only available thing I could lean against. He took hold of me willingly enough.
"Are you alright?"
I sobbed and nodded. "It's only...," I sobbed again, "It's only that... oh it's so wonderful! I'm an aunt! Look!" I handed him the phone. He moved it around so that the sunlight would not blind the screen. He was scrutinising the image quite intently, with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows.
"Look how tiny she is!" I exclaimed. "She was not supposed to be born for another two weeks!"
I felt a pang of remorse. Had it really been my early morning call that had sent Jude into what she had called a 'shock discharge'?
"Mmmh..." Alex murmured and zoomed the picture. "Is that a Patek Philippe Triple Date Chronograph?"
"What?" I shrieked and wrenched the phone from his hand. "I'm showing you my first niece ever and all you care about is my brother's watch? Give that here!"
"Your brother has a six-hundred
The sound of tyres on sand made me look up. There is always sand in Venice.
The Jaguar pulled around the corner and stopped right in front of me. Alex got out and this time he was not wearing a suit, but a pair of old blue jeans and a plain, light blue t-shirt. The ensemble showed his athletic physique to its best advantage. My breath caught in my throat. He was magnificent.
"We're colour combined," was the first thing he remarked.
He was right. I was clad in a short jeans skirt, a light blue tank top and converse sneakers. I looked down, briefly fearing my real name was written on my shirt front. I smiled awkwardly and I did not need to fake it. The knowledge of our secret business connection was enough to turn me into a psychological pudding and his physical presence finished me off completely.
"Hi." He loomed over me, but kept a distance of approximately three feet.
"Hi."
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes."
"All right. Lead the way."
"This way."
We started walking, both with our hands in our pockets, like two helpless teenagers.
"What happened to the Cadillac?" I asked with a shaky voice.
He smiled shyly. "It's not that comfortable for everyday use. The Jag's far better sprung."
"Yes, they are... I mean, it does look as if it were."
Argh!
All right, I needed to watch it. Humble, hard-working yoga teachers did not possess any in-depth knowledge about the comfort of Jaguars. The granddaughters of dukes did. I had to be very careful to keep my two personas apart. (Okay, okay, my concentration was a bit off, but please! It was not my fault! Have you ever seen a Norse god smile shyly? It would break the best of us! Nobody with an ovary in her body would keep her head under such circumstances! Scratch me some scratch! No, that is not how you say it. Cut me some slack!)
"Do you have a car?"
"No. I have a bicycle."
"I see you're living in the right place."
"I agree. — The restaurant's over there. Odds and Eggs. I love their egg benedict with shrimp."
"Sounds promising."
My oh my , this conversation is going to be cumbersome , I thought.
I was contemplating what to say next when my backside played a jingle and vibrated with some resonance. Or at least the phone inside my rear pocket did.
"Gosh, sorry, I'd meant to turn the sound off. Hold on a sec." I fished the offensive instrument from my jeans about to turn it off, but then I saw the message. It was not a text message but a photograph. It was... a baby!
I stopped dead in my tracks and gazed at the screen, dumbfounded. It was indeed the picture of a tiny creature in yellow rompers, resting on a tanned, masculine arm. The text beneath it read: "Tamzin says hello."
"Oh my God," I whimpered. Hot tears shot into my eyes and I held out an arm to lean against Alex. He was the only available thing I could lean against. He took hold of me willingly enough.
"Are you alright?"
I sobbed and nodded. "It's only...," I sobbed again, "It's only that... oh it's so wonderful! I'm an aunt! Look!" I handed him the phone. He moved it around so that the sunlight would not blind the screen. He was scrutinising the image quite intently, with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows.
"Look how tiny she is!" I exclaimed. "She was not supposed to be born for another two weeks!"
I felt a pang of remorse. Had it really been my early morning call that had sent Jude into what she had called a 'shock discharge'?
"Mmmh..." Alex murmured and zoomed the picture. "Is that a Patek Philippe Triple Date Chronograph?"
"What?" I shrieked and wrenched the phone from his hand. "I'm showing you my first niece ever and all you care about is my brother's watch? Give that here!"
"Your brother has a six-hundred
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