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you to pick up the children. Now!” The busy signal replaced Margret’s voice.
    “Oh shit.” Gillian rolled her eyes, walking back to the winter garden. “Tilde, order a bottle of schnapps with the pizza. We will need it.”

CHAPTER 5
    Sam stared at crumbled piece of paper in her hand. By now she knew Gillian’s mobile number by heart—even though she hadn’t dialed it once. But she had thought about calling Gillian around a hundred times…at least.
    The memory of Gillian’s warm, soft skin beneath her fingers had not vanished one bit since Sam had left the apartment. The way Gillian’s face had flushed during orgasm made Sam’s heart beat faster every time she thought about it and the little sounds Gillian had made when Sam’s tongue had danced over her clit…they were like an earworm, playing again and again in her head.
    Sam rubbed her eyes. Shit, it’s as if she bewitched me. Sitting down on a lone paint bucket in front of her van she fumbled with her mobile phone. Should I call her? They had agreed that calling for a new “date” would be all right if either of them felt up to it. That had been four days ago. Sam grimaced. Is it too late to call again after four days? Or too early? She would really like to see Gillian. The sex had been great. And the mystery around her had captured Sam’s interest. Was she a housewife? A player? A professional? Had she bought the expensive apartment herself? Questions over questions were running through Sam’s head.
    “Sam?” Linda’s voice echoed from their small office.
    Sam sighed and turned around. “Yes?”
    “Why is the coffee empty?”
    “Because you drank the last cup?”
    “Very funny.” Linda stepped out of the building, holding a coffee can—bottom up—in her hand. “There’s no more coffee. The can is empty. And you’re responsible for shopping this month.”
    “Oh shit.” I’m really losing it. Sam got up. “I’m sorry. I forgot.”
    Linda narrowed her eyes. “Yesterday you forgot an appointment with a potential new customer and on Monday you left your tools behind.” She laid a hand on Sam’s arm. “What’s up with you?”
    Sam put the piece of paper with Gillian’s phone number into her pocket. “Nothing.” She took a step back and picked up the paint bucket. “I need to go but I’ll buy some coffee later today. Sorry.”
    “I don’t care about the coffee.” Linda grinned. “Well, that’s not true. But I do care more about you.”
    “I don’t want to talk about it.” Sam heaved the paint bucket into her van. With a satisfied thump the bucket settled between one broken hammer that Sam had wanted to throw away for days, a cable spool, a torque spanner, several screwdrivers and two toolboxes. Gosh, I really need to clean up here or I’ll be able to open my own DIY store in the van.
    “You never want to talk about ‘it’,” Linda growled. “You mope around for days and days until either your sister or I threaten you with bodily harm. And even that doesn’t always work.”
    Sam sighed. Linda wouldn’t give up. “I just need to think things through before talking about it.”
    “That’s fine. But most of the time you think so damn much that your brain is about to fry before you give.” Linda crossed the distance between them. “Too much thinking is like a short circuit fault about to happen.”
    Sam couldn’t help but grin. “A short circuit fault?”
    “Well, yeah.” Linda shrugged. “Too much thinking and ‘boom’.” She threw her hands in the air.
    “Boom.” Sam laughed. “Back to watching too many cartoons again?”
    “No. And you’re deflecting. Once again.”
    “I just...I don’t know what to say.” How was she supposed to talk about something if she hadn’t figured out herself what exactly bothered her? She had a hot night out. Great sex. And yeah…maybe she wanted to do it again. With Gillian. So why was this driving her so crazy and making her think so much? And feel so much?
    Linda