the sunniest of moods.
‘How’s the holiday planning going?’ Janet asked as Adele came over.
‘I’ve seen something nice for the South of France.’
‘Ooh, la la,’ Helene said as she joined the group. ‘Will you go topless?’
‘I might.’ Adele said. ‘And I might find myself a nice French man...’
‘What about Paul?’ Janet checked.
‘Oh, yes.’ Adele said, her voice a touch deflated.
‘You’ve got your hot date tonight!’ Janet reminded her, and Adele rolled her eyes. ‘Where’s he taking you?’
‘No idea.’ Adele shrugged.
Zahir tried to ignore the conversation. Adele was going out on a date, well, of course she was.
She was beautiful, seriously so, and it had nothing to do with him what she did in her free time.
But this wasn’t her free time.
‘Is it appropriate,’ Zahir said tartly as he hung up the phone, ‘to be discussing topless bathing and dating in a corridor.’
‘Er, Zahir.’ Janet, who knew a thing or three, and had been enjoying winding him up, answered with her own version of tartness. ‘There are absolutely no patients around. I can handle my nursing staff, thank you.’
She smiled as Zahir stalked off.
Oh, yes.
She knew full well that he liked Adele.
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