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a bit thoughtful,” said Emma, nudging him with her elbow. “There’s no need to spend the afternoon dreaming about me when I’m right here next to you!”
    “You’ll never believe this,” said Ian, “but I really was thinking about you. I was just wondering whether you’d been to the loo at all today.”
    “Why would you wonder that of all things?”
    “Because I thought you might not know where they are and be too shy to ask.”
    “They’re on the second floor,” said Emma. “I found them this morning. And to answer your question, yes, I have been to the loo.”
    “Good,” said Ian. “But how about this afternoon? I only ask because I’m pretty sure I read in the paper that people don’t go to the loo enough these days.”
    “I go to the loo plenty thank you.”
    “So why don’t you go now?”
    “Because I don’t want to.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yes, I’m sure.”
    “But are you sure you’re sure? You know how it is. Sometimes you never really know you need the loo until you think about it.”
    Emma looked at him. “Have you gone mad? What’s all this wee talk about?”
    “Fine. Don’t go to the loo if you don’t want to. I was just looking out for you that’s all.” He realised that all this talk of needing the loo had made him need the loo. Urgently. With a heavy heart and a full bladder he rose to his feet.
    “Where are you going?” asked Emma.
    “To the loo,” he said.
    “Hmm,” said Emma, rising to her feet. “Now I think about it, maybe I do need the loo after all. Let’s go together.”

Chapter 10
    It was just after six on a Friday morning four weeks later and Ian was lying awake in bed next to Emma with a huge grin on his face. Today was Emma’s last day temping in his office. Ian was so excited that every now and again he let out a silent, “Yeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssss!” through gritted teeth. Was this what Geoff Hurst felt like when he heard the final whistle, playing against Germany back in 1966? Ian thought so because right now he was sure that life couldn’t get any better.
    For this past month, working with Emma day in and day out had been the hardest thing Ian had ever done in his life. Every day he had gone to work hoping that today might be better than yesterday. And every day he had come home disappointed.
    On the second day, Emma said that they were spending too much money on pre-packed sandwiches and so, much to his friend’s amusement, she made him share a pasta salad and bottle of mineral water at her desk. On the fourth day, Ian had hoped to get drunk at Trevor from Strategy Planning’s leaving do. But Emma gave him so many disapproving looks that he gave up on beer and drank orange juice for the rest of the night. On the sixth day, Emma brought in the cute cat photo calendar that he hated from home and put it on her desk. Right in his eye line.
    On the eighth day, Emma made friends with the Admin girls after a Health and Safety meeting. Now they had all stopped flirting with him. On the tenth day, Emma decided that every other lunchtime they would go for a walk to spend some quality time together out of the office. On the twelfth day, Emma found Ian and Amar’s secret napping place in the store cupboard at the back of the break room and banned them both from ever going there again.
    On the fourteenth day, Emma started a book club and so far had made him spend two precious lunchtimes in the fourth floor meeting room talking about boring books that made his head ache. On the sixteenth day, Emma talked him into coming in to work on casual Friday wearing a vile purple shirt she had bought him on his birthday. And on the eighteenth day, when Ian was going to call in sick because he’d finally had enough, Emma begged him come to work because she didn’t want to spend all day on her own. But now, on this the twentieth and final day of Emma’s temping, the end was in sight. He just had to get through this final day and everything would be