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small makeshift kitchen next to the bathroom and its door walls. He was filling an oversized cup from the coffee pot when a buzzing noise reverberated around the loft. Tom watched him pad along the floor in his black leather mules and a black towel wrapped around his hips. He pressed a button next to the door and spoke into the intercom. “Yeah?”
    “Honey, it’s me. Hurry up.”
    He frowned as he pressed the button to release the door on the ground floor. He left the door ajar and Tom could hear the elevator ascending outside the apartment.
    He went back to the kitchen. “What some coffee, kid? Soda?”
    “Sure, thanks.”
    Jay went to the refrigerator and pulled out a diet coke and tossed it to Tom before he joined him on the couch and picked up the remote.
    When the woman entered Tom became mesmerised. She was beautiful with long blonde hair wild about her shoulders as if she’d just got out of bed and hadn’t brushed it. The strands fell across her breasts bulging beneath a white T-shirt and her ripped blue jeans were secured on her hips with a wide black leather belt. Tom thought she was the sexiest woman he had ever seen. Bar Mia!
    He stood up as she closed the door and walked towards the kitchen. She was definitely familiar with the place. "It's so hot out there." She walked around the breakfast counter made from an upturned church pew and opened the refrigerator door. She spotted Tom just as she flicked the pull-ring on a can of sugar-free soda. "Who are you?"
    He went towards her and held out his hand. “Um, Tom…Tom Stone.”
    She laughed as she looked at his hand protruding. She didn’t reciprocate. “Yes, but who are you?”
    “He’s a friend of mine,” Jay interrupted from the direction of the couch.
    Her eyes didn’t flinch. She was still staring at Tom with a grin on her pretty face. “You haven’t got any friends.”
    “We met last night,” Tom said. He couldn’t control his eyes moving to her breasts bulging beneath her white shirt. He took another swig of his soda. He suddenly felt very thirsty.
    “Where?”
    “Fran!” Jay interrupted without taking his eyes from the TV screen. “Is there something you want?”
    Her musky smelling perfume still lingered in the kitchen when she nonchalantly moved into the area where the bed was. She sat down on the mattress and leaned back on her arm, crossing her legs while she drank her soda. “I’ve come to tell you I’m leaving.”
    Tom’s gaze darted towards his new-found friend whose expression remained cool and uninterested.
    “England?” Jay asked.
    She ran her fingers through her hair. “That’s right.”
    “When?”
    “Tomorrow.”
    "How can you even afford that?" It was true. No one flew out anywhere anymore. For one thing, it was way too expensive, considering the cost of fuel, and for another, it was way too dangerous, considering the number of terrorist threats the airlines received each day.
    “The agency is paying. Some people still have money you know.”
    “How long?”
    "Couple of months. Get away from this heat. With any luck, England will be cooler than this godforsaken climate. I'll be on location for a few weeks."
    “Good for you.”
    The beautiful woman looked momentarily hurt, but then she recovered and laughed. Tom recognised the bravado, even if Jay didn't.
    “Yes, it is. And guess who I’m not going to miss when I’m gone?”
    Jay offered her a wry grin as he leaned his head on the back of the couch. “Well, say howdy to the queen for me.”
    Fran guffawed. “Idiot. She lives in London. I’m not going there.”
    “What? She doesn’t move around, then? She stays in London and never sets her little royal foot outta it. Ever?”
    Tom watched her drain the drink and toss the can into an already full basket at the side of the bed. She took her sunglasses from where they were hooked onto her belt and used them to pull back her hair from her face, before resting them on her head.
    Walking across the wooden