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loud.’
    ‘Where are you taking her to dinner?’ Myf asked in a low voice, leaning towards him, her eyes sparkling.
    ‘I was thinking Christie’s on the Beach in Cottesloe,’ he whispered back. ‘Good choice?’ He raised his brows before saying much louder, ‘Oh, no, no. I can’t say I agree with this. It sounds horrifically painful.’
    ‘What? Excuse me?’ There was another thump. ‘Oh damn.’
    ‘Perfect choice.’ Laughter twinkled in Myf’s eyes. ‘She’ll love it. You’re paying.’
    ‘Excellent, and of course, worked my fingers to the bone to come up with the cash,’ Ben replied, just as the mystery door behind the screen opened and he heard the clicking of heels. Enjoying himself, he deliberately kept his eyes on the magazine as he turned the page to be confronted with some rather fascinating illustrations of sexual positions the magazine promised would send one’s man insane with lust. He snorted at the first improbable contortion and inhaled the scent of apples and bubblegum. ‘Now this is fascinating. I’ve never tried this one. I’ve always worried I’d damage a vital piece of equipment.’ He tapped the page pointedly.
    The magazine was ripped from his hands with a crackle of glossy paper and he looked up, fully intending on making a joke but simply stared instead.
    The Kewpie doll had curves–curves wrapped up in an impossibly cute blue and white pinstriped dress in a style last seen on a screaming teenager at an early Elvis concert. It curved down from a high boat-neck collar and capped sleeves to a tiny waist cinched with a dark blue ribbon tied in a bow before flaring out to a full circle skirt that fell just below the knee. Ben couldn’t be sure from the front, but he was almost positive she was wearing French stockings. Her dark blue patent leather Mary Janes instantly kickstarted a few naughty schoolgirl fantasies he hadn’t visited for a number of years.
    ‘You look . . . fascinating.’ He was aware that it might not be the most appropriate of compliments.
    ‘Gee, thanks. You look nice too,’ Amy replied pertly.
    Ben was aware of Myf next to him, hiding a smile behind her coffee cup.
    ‘Thank you, I do try, although I can’t possibly compare . . .’ He looked Amy’s ensemble up and down again, resting finally on the loose curls framing her face. She was wearing fuchsia lipstick, the same colour she’d worn when he’d visited the barber shop on Monday. He was developing a penchant for fuchsia. ‘For starters, I look hideous in blue and dresses have never suited me.’ He was gratified to see a dimple appear in her cheek. Satisfied, he pushed himself to his feet. ‘Shall we?’
    ‘Yeah, sure,’ Amy said, then turned to her friend. ‘Are you alright locking up with your key, petal?’
    ‘Not a problem.’ Myf pushed to her feet and held out a hand to Ben. ‘Nice meeting you, Ben.’
    He took her hand in his and clasped it warmly. He liked this woman. She knew how to play along. ‘The pleasure was mine. I look forward to viewing your work.’ He turned back to Amy and gestured to the door with a flourish. ‘Madam, your chariot awaits.’
    ‘Are you comfortable? Impressed? Overawed? You’re supposed to be.’ Ben wore a devilish smile as he slid into the black leather driver’s seat, buckled up and smoothly pulled out into evening peak hour traffic. The car purred with restraint. Amy had the feeling it would truly roar if he allowed it. Not that she was in any state of mind to contemplate the fact. Right now she was doing her best not to touch anything.
    ‘I wouldn’t say impressed so much as scared to death. This car probably costs more than my house.’ She gingerly leaned down to make sure her heels weren’t digging holes in the carpet at her feet.
    ‘It’s alright.’ Ben shrugged. ‘Gets me from A to B.’ A faint smile played around his mouth.
    ‘You’re kidding, right?’ Amy decided that she couldn’t do much damage if she stayed very,