‘Anyway, everyone already thinks we’re doing it. Why not do it for real?’
‘I’d rather die.’
‘You’re afraid, aren’t you?’ he asked. ‘You’re afraid of being out of your depth in a relationship. That’s why you chose a boyfriend you’d known for ages. He was safe and predictable. You could control things with him. But that’s not what you need.’
‘I hardly think you’re the person to tell me what I need,’ she tossed back. ‘You barely know me.’
‘I know you well enough to know that behind that starchy schoolmistress thing you’ve got going on is a young woman who longs to let her hair down,’ he said.
Kitty gave a scathing little laugh. ‘And I suppose you think you’re exactly the person I should let it down with? Thanks, but no thanks.’
He strode across to the door. ‘Let me know if you change your mind,’ he said. ‘You know where to find me.’
‘WHAT’S wrong with this place?’ Julie asked outside Brad’s bar and grill the following evening, when they were scouting for somewhere to have dinner.
‘I’m not going in there,’ Kitty said, turning up her nose.
‘What’s wrong with it? It looks nice, and they have live music.’
‘It’s a pick-up joint,’ Kitty said. ‘Let’s go somewhere more sophisticated.’
‘But I’m thirty and I’m single,’ Julie wailed. ‘I need a pick-up joint.’
‘Well, I don’t.
‘You’re single too,’ Julie said. ‘Or has that changed since we last spoke?’
‘I hate men,’ Kitty said, scowling. ‘They’re so shallow and selfish.’
‘I know, but that’s part of the attraction,’ Julie said. ‘We’re so giving and selfless. It’s that whole opposites attract thing. Hey, isn’t that your boss?’
Kitty put her head down. ‘Keep moving,’ she said. ‘We’ll find another place further along.’
‘God, he’s even hotter than I remembered,’ Julie said. ‘Maybe he’ll join us. Why don’t you invite him?’
‘He already has plans,’ Kitty said, tugging at Julie’s arm. ‘Come on.’
Julie shrugged off Kitty’s hand. ‘I’m going to thank him for checking me out,’ she said. ‘I should’ve thought to drop in a bottle of wine or something. I bet he would’ve appreciated that.’
‘He wouldn’t have remembered who you were,’ Kitty muttered.
‘Hi,’ Julie said as she blocked Jake from moving any further along the footpath. ‘I’m Kitty’s cousin. You saw me in A&E a few days ago.’
‘How could I forget?’ Jake said with a smile. ‘How’s the ankle?’
‘I’m off the crutches, as you can see,’ Julie said. ‘How is Kitty shaping up?’
‘She’s proving to be quite an asset to the team,’ he said. ‘We wonder now how we managed without her.’
Kitty glowered at him. ‘We mustn’t keep you,’ she said. ‘Come on, Julie. Dr Chandler has an important date.’
‘She cancelled,’ Jake said.
‘How dreadfully disappointing for you,’ Kitty said.
‘You win some, you lose some,’ he said with a dismissive shrug. ‘Plenty more fish in the sea.’
‘So you’re putting your line out again this evening?’ Kitty asked with a pert look. ‘Good luck with that.’
He smiled a lazy smile. ‘What about you?’ he asked. ‘A hot night on the town?’
‘I wish,’ Julie said, rolling her eyes. ‘Why don’t you join us?’
‘I’m sure Dr Chandler has much better things to do than keep us company,’ Kitty said.
‘I’d love to join you, but I’m meeting someone,’ he said.
Kitty curled her lip. ‘That was quick.’
‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘Nothing like the right bait. Works like a charm.’
Kitty looped her arm through her cousin’s. ‘Don’t let us keep you.’
‘What was all that about?’ Julie asked when they had walked on a bit.
‘What do you mean?’
‘You were spitting chips at each other,’ Julie said. ‘I could’ve cut the air with a knife.’
‘That man has a revolving door on his bedroom,’ Kitty said in disgust. ‘He’s the biggest playboy imaginable. He had the gall to set up one of his shallow hook-ups while I was sitting right beside him in the car.’
‘What were you doing beside him in his car?’
‘It’s a long story.’
‘Tell me.’
‘He took me to my orchestra rehearsal,’ she said. ‘My car broke down.’
‘That was nice of him.’
‘He only did it to rub my nose in it.’
‘What do you mean?’ Julie asked.
‘He gave me a lecture about buying secondhand cars,’ Kitty said. ‘Honestly, you’d think I’d committed a crime. And that was on top of the dressing down he gave me about water restrictions. How was I to know you’re not supposed to use a hose to wash your car?’
‘I should’ve told you about that—sorry.’
‘It’s not your fault.’
‘It’s not his fault, either.’
‘Yes, it is,’ Kitty said. ‘He just loves to lord it over me. He doesn’t like the way I pay attention to detail at work. But I don’t have his depth of experience or confidence. I can’t just waltz in and diagnose everyone just like that. I need to feel my way.’
‘I’m sure he’s only trying to help you,’ Julie said. ‘He seemed quite positive about your being a part of the team when I asked him.’
‘He doesn’t think I’m up to the task,’ Kitty said. ‘He thinks I’m scared of being out of my depth.’
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