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her smile.
He was standing very close to her. ‘Enjoying yourself?’
I am now, thought Samantha. But she wasn’t going to rush this.
‘I was just watching the floor show,’ she said, nodding at their dancing colleagues.
He followed her gaze. ‘Do you think they know how bad they look right now?’
She gave a low, soft laugh. ‘I don’t think so.’
He turnedback to sweep his eyes briefly over her before bending forward to whisper, ‘And do you know how good you look tonight?’
She locked eyes with him before smiling. ‘Of course.’
He smiled as he straightened up. ‘Well, I’ll probably take off soon. No rest for the wicked and all that.’
She took a sip of her cocktail as he continued to watch her. Stay cool, she told herself.
‘Do you want to sharea taxi?’
She tried to contain her excitement as she shook her head. ‘Thanks, but someone’s got to show them how it’s done, don’t you think?’
She put down her glass on the nearest table and walked towards the dance floor. Once there, she forced herself to relax into the beat, her body swaying in constant, fluid motion.
Finally, she moved her head to flick her hair behind her shoulders and glancedacross to where she’d been sitting. Yes, he was still standing there, watching her, his eyes heavy with what she was certain was desire.
She was desperate to share that ride home with him, knowing what would happen next. But a drunken kiss after the office party, followed by the inevitable embarrassment, wasn’t good enough for Samantha.
Slowly, slowly, she told herself. Let him do the chasing.He’ll be worth the wait.
Apparently the average four year old will ask over 400 questions a day. It was only ten o’clock in the morning and Flora was already on number 300. Or so it felt like to Caroline.
‘Why is it raining?’
‘Because the clouds have got moisture in them and need to let some of it go,’ replied Caroline, peering at the recipe book.
‘Why have the clouds got moisture?’ askedFlora.
‘Because some warm air has passed over the sea and made a cloud.’ Caroline stared down at the mixing bowl. She was certain she had measured the ingredients correctly, so why was her pastry congealing into a soggy mess?
‘Why was the air warm?’
Perhaps if she added some more flour . . . or would that make the pastry too dry?
‘Mummy! Why was the air warm?’
Caroline blinked and staredacross at her daughter. ‘Because it was a lovely warm day. You know, like in summer when we go to the beach.’
‘Can we go to the beach?’
She shook her head. ‘Not today.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because it’s raining!’ Caroline took a moment to calm her agitated tone of voice. ‘It wouldn’t be much fun, would it?’
‘But why is it raining?’
Thankfully Jeff came into the kitchen at that point. ‘Hello, lovelyladies.’
‘Daddy!’ shouted Flora, running up to him. ‘Can we go to the beach?’
‘Not today,’ replied Jeff, pouring himself out a mug of coffee. ‘Daddy’s got to work.’
‘But only this morning,’ said Caroline, with a smile.
Her husband shook his head. ‘Just got an email requesting a full report. It’s going to take most of the day.’
She frowned. ‘But we were all going out this afternoon.’
‘Tothe beach!’ shouted Flora.
‘No, not to the beach,’ said Caroline. ‘But maybe the park.’
‘Perhaps tomorrow,’ said Jeff, turning to leave.
Caroline marched up to him, her hands covered in raw pastry dough. ‘I thought you were going to spend some time with us this weekend,’ she said in a low voice.
‘Work’s got to come first,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘You know how tight it is out there at theminute.’
Caroline suddenly felt very weary. ‘But I could do with a break too.’
‘Well, switch the TV on,’ he whispered.
‘It’s not good for her,’ she replied, also keeping her voice low.
‘Didn’t you ever watch any Disney films when you were growing
He was standing very close to her. ‘Enjoying yourself?’
I am now, thought Samantha. But she wasn’t going to rush this.
‘I was just watching the floor show,’ she said, nodding at their dancing colleagues.
He followed her gaze. ‘Do you think they know how bad they look right now?’
She gave a low, soft laugh. ‘I don’t think so.’
He turnedback to sweep his eyes briefly over her before bending forward to whisper, ‘And do you know how good you look tonight?’
She locked eyes with him before smiling. ‘Of course.’
He smiled as he straightened up. ‘Well, I’ll probably take off soon. No rest for the wicked and all that.’
She took a sip of her cocktail as he continued to watch her. Stay cool, she told herself.
‘Do you want to sharea taxi?’
She tried to contain her excitement as she shook her head. ‘Thanks, but someone’s got to show them how it’s done, don’t you think?’
She put down her glass on the nearest table and walked towards the dance floor. Once there, she forced herself to relax into the beat, her body swaying in constant, fluid motion.
Finally, she moved her head to flick her hair behind her shoulders and glancedacross to where she’d been sitting. Yes, he was still standing there, watching her, his eyes heavy with what she was certain was desire.
She was desperate to share that ride home with him, knowing what would happen next. But a drunken kiss after the office party, followed by the inevitable embarrassment, wasn’t good enough for Samantha.
Slowly, slowly, she told herself. Let him do the chasing.He’ll be worth the wait.
Apparently the average four year old will ask over 400 questions a day. It was only ten o’clock in the morning and Flora was already on number 300. Or so it felt like to Caroline.
‘Why is it raining?’
‘Because the clouds have got moisture in them and need to let some of it go,’ replied Caroline, peering at the recipe book.
‘Why have the clouds got moisture?’ askedFlora.
‘Because some warm air has passed over the sea and made a cloud.’ Caroline stared down at the mixing bowl. She was certain she had measured the ingredients correctly, so why was her pastry congealing into a soggy mess?
‘Why was the air warm?’
Perhaps if she added some more flour . . . or would that make the pastry too dry?
‘Mummy! Why was the air warm?’
Caroline blinked and staredacross at her daughter. ‘Because it was a lovely warm day. You know, like in summer when we go to the beach.’
‘Can we go to the beach?’
She shook her head. ‘Not today.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because it’s raining!’ Caroline took a moment to calm her agitated tone of voice. ‘It wouldn’t be much fun, would it?’
‘But why is it raining?’
Thankfully Jeff came into the kitchen at that point. ‘Hello, lovelyladies.’
‘Daddy!’ shouted Flora, running up to him. ‘Can we go to the beach?’
‘Not today,’ replied Jeff, pouring himself out a mug of coffee. ‘Daddy’s got to work.’
‘But only this morning,’ said Caroline, with a smile.
Her husband shook his head. ‘Just got an email requesting a full report. It’s going to take most of the day.’
She frowned. ‘But we were all going out this afternoon.’
‘Tothe beach!’ shouted Flora.
‘No, not to the beach,’ said Caroline. ‘But maybe the park.’
‘Perhaps tomorrow,’ said Jeff, turning to leave.
Caroline marched up to him, her hands covered in raw pastry dough. ‘I thought you were going to spend some time with us this weekend,’ she said in a low voice.
‘Work’s got to come first,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘You know how tight it is out there at theminute.’
Caroline suddenly felt very weary. ‘But I could do with a break too.’
‘Well, switch the TV on,’ he whispered.
‘It’s not good for her,’ she replied, also keeping her voice low.
‘Didn’t you ever watch any Disney films when you were growing
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