give my eye teeth to look like you two in the morning. Have either of you ever had blotchy morning skin or sticky-out hair or a spot that wasnât there the night before?â
âLoads of times.â Susan grinned at her and reached for a waffle. âSometimes I look like the wicked witch of the west.â
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
âAnyway, it was you Zac was asking about last night,â Susan continued casually, âin spite of Jennie doing her best to persuade him they were kissing cousins.â
Rachelâs heart stopped and then kick-started. She had to wait for a moment before she could control her voice enough to say, âAsking what exactly?â in a faintly bored tone.
âThe normal things. These waffles are gorgeous, by the way.â
The normal things? What on earth were the normal things? âLikeâ¦?â Rachel prompted carefully.
âIf there was a boyfriend around,â Jennie put in. âOf course, he could just have been being friendly. Weâd sort of filled him in about us.â
âYes, I think it took Jennie all of a few seconds to make the point I was seeing Henry and she was fancy-free,â Susan said a touch acidly. âAlong with how sheâs just dying to see that new play at the Grecian theatre.â
Jennie grinned good-naturedly. âA girl has to do what a girl has to do, and you must admit heâs some sort of hunk. I donât remember him being so drop-dead gorgeous when we were children.â
âProbably because the last time you saw him you were a kid with pigtails and braces and more interested in horses than boys.â Susan was petrified of horses and had been frankly incredulous when Jennie had told themone day she had ridden all the time as a child and had had her own pony called Primrose.
âTrue.â Jennie started on her third waffle. âBut Iâm very interested now and I havenât given up on Zac yet. I mean, as family itâs my duty to show him around while heâs here and look after him.â She tried an innocent smile that didnât fool anyone.
Susan spluttered half her waffle onto her plate. âAnd we all know how you want to look after him,â she said lewdly, rolling her eyes. âAnd cooking dinner for him is the tip of the iceberg.â
Jennie didnât deny it. âI bet heâs great in bed,â she said dreamily. âSexy, experienced but considerate, you know?â
Rachel found she couldnât sit and listen any longer. Abruptly, she said as she stood up, âI had a disaster at work yesterday and I need to be in early. Iâm not at all sure Iâll still have a job soon, to be honest.â
âOh, no.â Both girls were instantly all concern and comfort, and as she detailed what had happened they said the right things in the right places and were suitably scathing about the sales team. It helped how she was feeling. A bit.
As she left them, Rachel said offhandedly, âIs Zac having dinner with us again tonight?â and hoped the jitters that had assailed her all morning since waking werenât evident in her voice.
âNope, heâs busy.â Jennieâs voice brightened as she added, âBut Iâve got his number and Iâll try later for tomorrow. I might suggest treating him to dinner at Alfredoâs and then taking him to a nightspot. What do you think? Somewhere where the dance floor is small and cosy so we can get in the mood.â
âI take it you mean a nightspot followed by his hotelroom?â Susan winked at Rachel, who had paused in the doorway.
âAbsolutely,â Jennie agreed cheerfully. âOr just his hotel room.â
âJennie, youâre such an out-and-out tart.â
âI know. Tarts have all the fun.â
Rachel left the other two amiably chaffing each other but she wasnât smiling as she fetched her coat and handbag from her room. Jennie had never made any
Mandy M. Roth, Michelle M. Pillow