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plus,’ someone admitted. Maybe Emma? Eve speculated. ‘But I wouldn’t throw him out of bed if he was broke. Imagine him stripped and ready for action…’
    During the general laughter and crude comments that followed Eve found herself responding with a mixture of indignation and distaste… It wasn’t so much that someone had hijacked her secret fantasy, although that was bad enough, it was that she’d been forced to admit she’d had one, that she had pictured a total stranger naked and sprawled on a bed that bore more than a passing resemblance to her own!
    So you wondered what he looked like naked, Eve, big deal, she told herself. Did you think you were the only woman whose creative juices were switched on by his sexual charge?
    ‘He’s been staring at me all day, can’t take his eyes off me. Have you noticed?’ Louise boasted.
    Eve’s nostrils flared as she hung onto her temper. So he’d been eyeing up all the women—what a sleaze! It was just as well she hadn’t felt special…well, not much. She could genuinely say she hadn’t
wanted
his attention, but it was one thing not to want it and another to know he pulled the same tired trick with every woman in the room!
    ‘You mean he came on to you? When?’
    ‘I wrote my number on his hand.’
    ‘
No
…how much have you had to drink? What if your Rob had seen?’
    ‘What did he say?’
    ‘He just looked at me and I went shivery! He’s got the most incredible eyes… Then he said…’
    ‘
What?
What did he say, Louise?’
    The dramatic pause had not just her friends, but Eve in her hiding place, on tenterhooks.
    ‘I could tell by the way he’s been looking at me that he wants me. You always can…’
    ‘Yes, but what did he
say
?’
    ‘He said he had an excellent memory and if he wanted to remember a number he would, and then…’
    ‘What? What did he do then?’
    ‘Then he wiped it off!’
    Louise had clearly decided this was encouraging. Her cronies, a lot less under her thumb than in the old days, were less sure. The subsequent squabble continued until they found a subject that they all agreed on—they were united in their contempt of the wedding.
    ‘I think in this day and age when people are losing their jobs and everything this sort of lavish display is totally insensitive.’
    So why did you come?
mouthed Eve from her hiding place. Someone seemed to hear her silent question.
    ‘Yeah, but the champagne is good.’
    ‘She’s only the cook.’
    ‘But good-looking. I wouldn’t mind looking half as good as E-E-Eve’s mum when I’m her age.’
    ‘You’ve got to hand it to E-E-Eve’s mum—she got her man in the end. My mum says they’ve been at it for years.’
    With a militant light in her eyes, Eve reached for the door handle. No one, but
no one
, was about to bad-mouth her mother when she was around and get away with it.
    ‘What about E-E-Evie? What does she think she looks like?’
    Eve’s hand fell away as she listened to the cruel malicious laughter. It brought the memories flooding back and for a moment she was the misfit stigmatised as a swot and taunted for her stutter.
    ‘And that hair!’
    ‘And the eyebrows, and she’s still flat as a pancake, talk about molehills… Do you think she still stutters?’
    ‘I don’t know. The snooty cow walked straight past me and acted like I wasn’t there. Well, whatever money she is supposed to have made I think that it’s exaggerated as she hasn’t spent any on make-up. I was right all along—she’s definitely a lesbian.’
    ‘You only have to look at her.’
    ‘Definitely.’
    ‘To think we got detention for saying it at school! The girl has no sense of humour.’ There was the sound of rustling and another blast of hairspray before someone said, ‘That’s my mascara.’ The sound of the door opening and then, ‘She was always full of herself, looking down her nose at us, the little swot.’
    Old insults and she’d heard them all before.
    The door to the ladies’