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the boot. “Do you want to have breakfast with my brother and me?” I ask.
    He shakes his head. “I’ll see you later Savannah.”
    I wish I’d packed more clothes. Hopefully I can find something suitable to wear this evening, I want to make a good impression when I meet Simon’s girlfriend. Still, it’s only a pub, so casual is fine, so long as we don’t go on to a club afterwards. I throw my black jeans on the bed; they’re a little smarter than blue ones. I pull out my long-sleeved top with the floral design on it. I need to get a job, then I can buy myself some new clothes.
    I spend the remainder of the afternoon curled up in the armchair by the fire, reading a romance. When I read a good book I always imagine myself in the shoes of the heroine. As I’m reading the part where they have their first kiss, it’s Kayden’s face I’m seeing, not the guy that the author is describing. Shaking my head, I put my e-reader down. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. A guy is nice to me and I immediately think of him as boyfriend material. I’m sure he doesn’t think of me in that way at all, he’s just being kind because I’m Simon’s sister. Maybe Simon even told him to be nice to me.
    Simon will be home in thirty minutes, I need to get ready to go out. I’m looking forward to meeting his girlfriend but I’m also nervous. I put on my jeans and top and assess myself in the mirror. My stomach is too round, this top is more tight fitting than I usually wear but it’s the best one I have. Maybe I should keep my hands held over my stomach so no-one will notice. Now to tackle my hair. It’s the one feature of mine that I like and I usually leave it loose but I want to look smart tonight, so I’ll wear it up. Pulling it into a ponytail I twist it on itself and secure it with my black hair clamp. Luckily black goes with everything because it’s the only hair accessory I have with me. I fluff out my fringe with my fingers. I can’t do much about my face. I figure I’m looking the best I can under the circumstances. Slipping my feet into my black ankle boots I go downstairs to wait for Simon.
    He’s coming through the door as I get down the stairs and he smiles at me. “Did you have a good day Savannah?”
    “Yeah, I read a book. How was your day?”
    “The usual stuff, I won’t bore you with it,” he says as he takes off his jacket. “Give me ten minutes to freshen up and then we’ll go out to eat.”
    “I want to ask you something, about Kayden.”
    He stops at the bottom of the stairs and looks at me, puzzled. “Who’s Kayden?”
    “Um…your slave,” I say, frowning.
    “My slave doesn’t have a name,” he says, leaning against the bannister and folding his arms over his chest. “What do you want to know?”
    “Err…he does have a name, he’s called Kayden.”
    “Savannah, I want to get ready to go out. What do you want to know?” I want to know why he thinks Kayden doesn’t have a name but I guess that will have to wait for another time.
    “Does he have a problem with his nerves?”
    He frowns. “Why on earth are you asking me that?”
    “Because of the way he yelps and his body spasms.”
    He’s still frowning. “Not as far as I know.” He sighs. “I haven’t got time for this right now. We’ll talk about it when we get back.” He goes upstairs, leaving me with more questions than answers.
    Apparently the pub is at the end of the lane and we’re walking there, that way Simon can have a drink. I was scared driving along here; it’ll be even worse walking. Simon holds a torch to light our way but it’s a narrow beam and I feel vulnerable in the dark. I can hear rustling in the hedgerows; I hope something doesn’t jump out at me. What if a bat lands in my hair? I might walk into a spider web; I wouldn’t be able to see it. I shiver, I wonder if they have big spiders out here. An owl hoots overhead, I cling onto Simon, my heart is thumping. He puts his arm around my shoulders.