tattooed on her forehead.
âSo how did you find me, anyway?â She asked as the thought suddenly struck her.
âYour mum gave me directions the other day. Bumped into her in the street.â
âOh God, Iâll never hear the end of it. âThat nice young Nathan, blah, blah, blah.â No offence.â
âNone taken. Anyway, Iâve already had plenty of subtle-as-asledgehammer hints from my own mother,â he said, rolling his eyes.
âSo thatâs why youâre here â because Mummy sent you. This was to shut her up, right?â
âNo, Iâm here because I wanted to see where you live. And I needed to get out of the house for a while. Itâs like a couple of tinsel and fairy light factories threw up in there.â
They both chuckled.
âSeriously, I like you, Em, but that doesnât mean I want to seduce you or anything,â Nathan added.
âGood. At least weâre clear on that,â Emily said.
âItâs not that I donât find you attractive, but I really do think weâd drive each other nuts.â
âBecause weâre astrologically incompatible, right?â
âExactly,â Nathan said, clearly missing her sarcastic tone. âMatching a Capricorn with a Cancer would be astrological hell. So why waste the time, energy and emotion and end up hating each other when we can just be friends and save all the palaver. You should be looking for a Taurus or a Virgo.â
âIf only our parents agreed,â Emily said sardonically.
Sheâd almost forgotten all about their discussion of star signs the night they had met again at Emilyâs parentsâ house.
When theyâd walked to the corner shop to get the cream Enid had forgotten â clearly another ruse in the matchmaking plan, because Enid Oliphant never forgot anything â heâd asked for her star sign and then straight out said they werenât compatible. Just like that.
Emily still couldnât believe anyone took star signs so seriously, especially someone like Nathan, who seemed the epitome of conservative.
Sheâd always dismissed astrology as ridiculous. There was no way all the people in the world could be classified into twelve categories. But now she found herself wondering for the briefest of moments what Jake Loniganâs star sign was.
âNow, back to your house-buying venture. My advice would be to get a good lawyer whoâs had plenty of experience in the area of subdivisions. I did meet a guy at a networking function a while ago. I might still have his card back in Adelaide. Iâll have a look when I get back there next week. Can I borrow that pad?â he asked, indicating past Emily.
She slid it across the table to him.
âSo Iâll try and hunt out the guyâs details and find out what I can,â he said, writing on the pad. âAnything else I can do, do you think?â
âI donât want to put you to any trouble.â
âItâs no trouble, honestly. Anyway, Iâm most grateful for your company for an hour or so. Anything to get me away from my parents â youâve no ideaâ¦â
âOh I think I do. Why youâd want to move back out here I wouldnât know,â Emily said, shaking her head.
At the same time it dawned on her that she could just as easily move away herself. But then where would she find somewhere to rent for just one hundred dollars a week? And the thought of not having Barbara a few minutesâ drive away made her feel almost queasy.
âIt will probably mean lots of travelling back to the city for weekends until the novelty wears off,â he said, shrugging.
âYou sound like youâve got it all planned.â
âOh, didnât I tell you? I got the job. I start in the new year.â
âCongratulations! We should have been drinking champagne!â
âItâs a bit early for that.â
âTrue. But, wow,