Young - Asking - for - Trouble by Elizabeth

Author:Elizabeth [Elizabeth, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePub Bud (www.epubbud.com)
Published: 2012-07-23T16:00:00+00:00

"He will—Jerry said. And you'll never believe what he said about me—he said I looked like 'a leetle Botticelli angel.' If that isn't Italian for 'promising pull-scenario,' I don't know what is. Come on—you haven't got anything else on, have you?"

"Not apart from Blind Date," I had to admit.

"Go on, then—it should be good for a laugh. And even if it isn't, we'll just get pissed and bitch about everybody."

I was weakening. "How can I get pissed when I've got to get home? I'll hardly take a cab to Cambridge."

"You won't have to get home! Jerry's booked some rooms in the local pub—it's staggering distance up the road. Some of them are staying with him, but the house is still a tip—bathroom out of the ark, apparently, so the stray blokes can have that. I'll fax you directions—shall I see you at the pub around eight?"

I still hadn't spoken to Mum by Saturday afternoon, but since I'd lost a pound and a half I was feeling marginally perkier. I arrived at ten past eight. The Blue Boar was one of those low, rambling places, ancient, but not quaint or chocolate-boxy. If it had been one of its own customers, it would have been a weather-beaten farmworker, saying he didn't hold with any poncey nonsense—he just wanted a good old-fashioned jar, out of the wind. Around it were flat fields and the odd, nonquaint farm cottage. It was still warm, but not as warm as London. I imagined the place in winter, with the wind coming straight from Siberia.

I was shown straight up to a passable room overlooking a field. Tamara was half-dressed, wielding a hot-brush. Charlotte had come, after all, but was still in shorts. "She only decided at the last minute,"

Tamara said. "I mean, even one of Jerry's do's beats Accountancy for Managers modules."

Charlotte was taller than Tamara but shorter than me, with Tamara's figure and golden-brown hair in a shoulder-length bob. She looked on the shy side and I suspected that her MBA hadn't been the only reason she'd nearly cried off. She looked like one of those people who have to force themselves to go into a room full of people they don't know and look as if they like it.

"I'm afraid we're all in the same room," Tamara said, indicating the Z-bed thing shoved beside twins.

"Jerry had even more take-up than he expected. And the bathroom's down the landing, so it's not exactly five star. Anyone mind if I use the mirror first? I promised Jerry I'd go and give him a hand with the food."

She buzzed off fifteen minutes later in a little dress of silky bright jade that set off her hair and made her look as stunning as she ever would.

Charlotte and I looked at each other. "I didn't really want to come, but she went on and on," she confessed. "I rather think she's hoping we'll be company for each other if Paolo comes off."

Not daft, then. "I rather thought she wanted me to be company for her if he didn't come off.

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