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fashion and theatre.
For tonight I chose a pretty 1950s strappy black dress covered in bright red cherries. It looked great with my black converse pumps. A splash of crimson lipstick and I was good to go.
Cordi chose a blue floral number with a cute little matching bolero jacket and a pair of killer heels. When we were ready, we admired ourselves in the full-length mirror.
“More than mortal man deserves,” I said.
“And immortal,” Cordi said with a laugh. “Let’s see how the boys are doing.”
We went downstairs to find Michael wearing a tweed jacket and a blue shirt. He looked really nice and kept smiling shyly at Cordi when he didn’t think anyone else was looking. Cole had also freshened up.
His thick hair was swept away from his face. He was wearing a white shirt and scruffy denim jeans that were cut perfectly to show off his fine legs. His face was tanned, which made his eyes all the more striking.
I felt like pinching myself. Was this gorgeous guy really my boyfriend? The thought triggered a minor panic as I remembered that he wanted to ‘have a talk’ and I still didn’t know what it was about. Although seeing him now dispelled any ideas that he might want to break up with me. I mean, the greeting and the way he was looking at me like that weren’t the actions of a guy looking to move on, were they?
The Coach and Horse had been pretty quiet at lunchtime, but at night, with the band The Wild Stallions about to play their first set, the place was buzzing.
“So, how’s your case going?” I asked Cole while we waited at the bar. His arm drifted around my shoulders. He drew me close.
“I think we’re almost there now, just a few loose ends to tie up.” He shrugged. “It’s art forgery, it’s not exactly saving the world, not exactly righting wrongs.”
“You sound unhappy.” I snuggled against him. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, really. I’m just tired. Anyway, don’t worry about me. What about you? Do you think Renholm killed himself?”
“Honestly? I don’t know. I mean, my gut is telling me there’s something wrong, James Renholm seems sure that his brother didn’t accidentally poison himself. But until I get back in the café and have a snoop around, I won’t know for sure.”
Just then I noticed that my brother was leading Cordi onto the packed dance floor as the band began to play ‘I’ve had the time of my life’ from the film Dirty Dancing.
Cole noticed too. “Check those two out,” he said.
I was struggling to concentrate on Cordi and Mike. I could smell Cole’s cologne, feel the heat of his body that was pressed against mine. Michael and Cordi were gazing deep into each other’s eyes, their bodies swaying in time to the music.
“It looks like your brother and your partner are becoming an item.”
“I think it’s sweet,” I said.
Cole got served and handed me a beer. We clinked glasses.
“Here’s to the future,” I said on impulse. I wish I hadn’t. His face darkened and he looked away. I couldn’t leave it there. “You said you wanted to talk to me about something. What was it, Cole?”
“Here isn’t the right place. C’mon, babe, let’s dance.” He took a sip of his beer and took my hand. I held back, raising an eyebrow. “Bit presumptuous, don’t you think?”
He smiled. “Sorry, ma’am. Would you care to dance?”
I grinned. “I’d be delighted.” I let him lead me through the crowd to the dance floor, all the while I couldn’t help thinking that maybe I was going to lose him, and this was just a way to soften me up for the bad news.
***
The four of us spent the rest of the night dancing. It was wonderful; I felt like I was floating on air. I forgot all about Renholm, and even the worry of my parents was pushed to the back of my mind, until just before 11:00 p.m. when Cole got a call.
He took the call outside, where it was less noisy. I took the opportunity to go to the little
For tonight I chose a pretty 1950s strappy black dress covered in bright red cherries. It looked great with my black converse pumps. A splash of crimson lipstick and I was good to go.
Cordi chose a blue floral number with a cute little matching bolero jacket and a pair of killer heels. When we were ready, we admired ourselves in the full-length mirror.
“More than mortal man deserves,” I said.
“And immortal,” Cordi said with a laugh. “Let’s see how the boys are doing.”
We went downstairs to find Michael wearing a tweed jacket and a blue shirt. He looked really nice and kept smiling shyly at Cordi when he didn’t think anyone else was looking. Cole had also freshened up.
His thick hair was swept away from his face. He was wearing a white shirt and scruffy denim jeans that were cut perfectly to show off his fine legs. His face was tanned, which made his eyes all the more striking.
I felt like pinching myself. Was this gorgeous guy really my boyfriend? The thought triggered a minor panic as I remembered that he wanted to ‘have a talk’ and I still didn’t know what it was about. Although seeing him now dispelled any ideas that he might want to break up with me. I mean, the greeting and the way he was looking at me like that weren’t the actions of a guy looking to move on, were they?
The Coach and Horse had been pretty quiet at lunchtime, but at night, with the band The Wild Stallions about to play their first set, the place was buzzing.
“So, how’s your case going?” I asked Cole while we waited at the bar. His arm drifted around my shoulders. He drew me close.
“I think we’re almost there now, just a few loose ends to tie up.” He shrugged. “It’s art forgery, it’s not exactly saving the world, not exactly righting wrongs.”
“You sound unhappy.” I snuggled against him. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, really. I’m just tired. Anyway, don’t worry about me. What about you? Do you think Renholm killed himself?”
“Honestly? I don’t know. I mean, my gut is telling me there’s something wrong, James Renholm seems sure that his brother didn’t accidentally poison himself. But until I get back in the café and have a snoop around, I won’t know for sure.”
Just then I noticed that my brother was leading Cordi onto the packed dance floor as the band began to play ‘I’ve had the time of my life’ from the film Dirty Dancing.
Cole noticed too. “Check those two out,” he said.
I was struggling to concentrate on Cordi and Mike. I could smell Cole’s cologne, feel the heat of his body that was pressed against mine. Michael and Cordi were gazing deep into each other’s eyes, their bodies swaying in time to the music.
“It looks like your brother and your partner are becoming an item.”
“I think it’s sweet,” I said.
Cole got served and handed me a beer. We clinked glasses.
“Here’s to the future,” I said on impulse. I wish I hadn’t. His face darkened and he looked away. I couldn’t leave it there. “You said you wanted to talk to me about something. What was it, Cole?”
“Here isn’t the right place. C’mon, babe, let’s dance.” He took a sip of his beer and took my hand. I held back, raising an eyebrow. “Bit presumptuous, don’t you think?”
He smiled. “Sorry, ma’am. Would you care to dance?”
I grinned. “I’d be delighted.” I let him lead me through the crowd to the dance floor, all the while I couldn’t help thinking that maybe I was going to lose him, and this was just a way to soften me up for the bad news.
***
The four of us spent the rest of the night dancing. It was wonderful; I felt like I was floating on air. I forgot all about Renholm, and even the worry of my parents was pushed to the back of my mind, until just before 11:00 p.m. when Cole got a call.
He took the call outside, where it was less noisy. I took the opportunity to go to the little
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