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when her thick Italian accent purred around every name as introductions were made.
    ‘Em-il-ee, Loo-ease.’
    On sight the two women bristled.
    It was like two cats meeting in the back yard andLouise almost felt her tail bush up as they both smiled and nodded.
    ‘Sorry, I didn’t catch your name,’ Louise said.
    Saffarella was already getting on her nerves.
    ‘Saffarella,’ she repeated in her beautiful, treacle voice, and then was kind enough to give Louise a further explanation. ‘Like Cinderella.’
    With a staph infection attached, Louise thought, but thankfully Rory knew Louise’s humour and decided to move her on quickly!
    ‘I’ll come and help you with the drinks.’ Rory took Louise’s arm and they both walked over to the bar.
    ‘Good God!’ Louise said the second they were out of earshot.
    ‘No wonder you’ve got nowhere with him.’ Rory laughed. ‘She’s stunning.’
    ‘Oh!’ Louise was seriously rattled, she was far too used to being the best-looking woman in the room. ‘What sort of name is Saffarella? Well, there goes my fun for the night. I thought I’d at least get a dance with him. I don’t have anyone to fancy any more,’ Louise sighed. ‘And I’m going to look like a wallflower.’
    ‘Don’t worry, Louise.’ Rory smiled. ‘I’ll dance with you.’
    ‘You have to now,’ Louise said. ‘I’m not having him seeing me sitting on my own. I was so positive that he liked me.’
    Louise returned with Emily’s virgin bloody Mary but then she caught sight of Connor and Miriam and excused herself and headed over for a good old catch up with ex-colleagues. It was actually a good, if not brilliant night—Rory was as good as his word and midway through proceedings he did dance with her.
    Rory was lovely, possibly one of the nicest men that a woman could know.
    In fact, Rory was the last really nice boyfriend that Louise had had.
    There was absolutely nothing going on between them. Their parting, three years ago, had been an amicable one. Though most people lied when they said that, in Rory and Louise’s case it had been true. Just a few weeks into their relationship Louise had, while undergoing what she’d thought were basic investigations for her erratic menstrual cycle, received the confronting news that, when the time came, she might not fall pregnant very easily.
    It hadn’t been a complete bombshell, Louise had known things hadn’t been right, but when it had finally dropped Louise had been inconsolable. Rory had put his hands up in the end and had said that, as much as he liked her, there wasn’t enough there to be talking baby, baby, baby every day of the week.
    They were far better as exes than as a couple.
    ‘How’s Christmas behaving?’ Rory asked, as they danced.
    ‘Much better this time.’
    ‘You look so much happier.’
    ‘I’m sorry we stopped being friends,’ Louise said.
    ‘We never stopped being friends,’ Rory said. ‘Well, I didn’t. I was so worried when you were with him.’
    ‘I know,’ Louise said. ‘Thanks for being there for me.’ She gave him a smile. ‘I might have some happy news soon.’
    ‘What are you up to, Louise?’
    ‘I’m going to be trying for a baby,’ Louise admitted, ‘by myself.’
    ‘How did I not guess that?’ Rory smiled.
    ‘Please don’t ask me if I’ve thought about it.’
    ‘I wouldn’t. I know that it’s all you think about.’
    ‘It’s got worse since I’ve gone back to midwifery,’ Louise said. ‘My fallopian tubes want to reach out and steal all the little babies.’
    ‘It might end any chance of things between you and Anton,’ Rory said gently, but Louise just shrugged.
    ‘He’s the last person I’d go out with, he’s way too controlling and moody for my taste. I just wanted a loan of that body for a night or two.’ Louise smiled. ‘Nope … She had made up her mind. In the three years since she and Rory had broken up she had made some poor choices when it came to men. The news that she