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this is me—these things always happen.”
    “Well, I guess he’ll have pleasant dreams tonight! Where are ye going?”
    I shrugged my shoulders. “He’s picking me up at three and I’ve to dress up.”
    “Oooh. Sounds like he knows how to treat a lady. You lucky thing,” Claire echoed Michael’s words.
    “I hope he knows how to treat a woman too,” I retorted.
    “Shiv! Is that house prude turning into house tart? Tara’d better watch out,” Claire warned. “What are you going to wear?”
    “I think I have it covered. I’ve a dress I got for a charity ball last year. It’s full length though and might be too formal; come up and I’ll show you.”
    I ran up the stairs two at a time, closely followed by Claire, and rooted through the wardrobe. Luckily, it was still covered with the plastic sheet from the dry cleaners, preventing it from gathering dust. I pulled off the robe and Claire whistled. “Sexy!”
    “…but will it be covered by the dress is the six million dollar question. It feels lovely I’d nearly think about buying a new dress if it doesn’t work.”
    “Bloody hell, do you not think that’s a bit extravagant?” Claire tutted.
    “Well, maybe a tad,” I giggled.
    I slipped the emerald green silk dress on over my head. It was still a perfect fit and the basque emphasised my cleavage. I was delighted that I could wear both.
    Claire whistled again. “You’ll really knock him dead. I know the dress is full length, but it’s simple and elegant, it’s perfect.”
    “Jeez, I find him so sexy. I get all jittery from his touch, arrogant and all as he is,” I admitted. “Even talking to him this evening has every nerve ending in my body alert and waiting. Who knows, I might even do a Tara and bed him on our first date.”
    Claire bristled; I could see she wasn’t impressed. “Well, bear in mind if you do, it might well be your last date too.”
    “Yes, Mammy! Look, I can tell he’s bad news; he’s so bloody self-assured. He’s drop-dead gorgeous and probably has women all over the place, Paris, London, and God knows where else. He’s not even my type. But fuck it, there’s something about him and when a fellah like him asks you out, you don’t refuse.”
    “All right, Shiv,” she backed down. “I’d better go and change for my hot date in the local. So Michael’s coming to pick you up here at three; do you want me to do your hair and make-up?”
    “No you’re grand, thanks, I can manage. Anyway, you better get ready. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    I settled down in bed with my book, determined to get a good night’s sleep. I was stuck in the thriller when my phone bleeped with a text. Damn and blast, I’d left it in the bathroom; I reluctantly climbed out of my cosy bed to get it. The text was from Michael.
    “ Just thinking of catching u in the bath earlier, hope I caught u in bed now! See u tomorrow. M. ”
    Why did he have to do that? Maybe he was trying to be funny, but it made me nervous. What if he was some kind of pervert? He really didn’t know me well enough to make comments like that.
    “ Yes, in bed in fluffy PJs reading about a woman who roamed New York killing peeping Toms !” I hoped he’d see it as a good-humoured warning.
    “ Fine, I get it, I’ll behave ,” he texted back.
    “ Good, I’m an innocent Irish lassie. ”
    “ I always heard they were the worst. ”
    “ I thought u said u would behave. ”
    “ I can’t help it. It was the bath. I wanted to wash your back. ”
    “ Michael, I only know u a few weeks. You’re scaring me now. ”
    “ Sorry! I’ll see u tomorrow if that’s still ok? ”
    “ Perfect. Thank u. Goodnight, Stalker. ”
    “ Can u be a stalker by text, is that a recognised crime? ”
    “ Do u want me to ring the cop shop to find out? ”
    “ No, that’s fine, thanks. I’ll leave u alone. For now… ”
    I giggled at the last couple of texts and decided it was time for sleep. It was good to know he had a sense of fun and