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ashamed.
    ‘That’s okay,’ Yvonne said.
    He looked at Claire hopefully. She wasn’t entirely convinced. That stuff hadn’t come out of nowhere. But she never had to see Philip again, so she nodded acceptance.
    ‘We’re going on to a club later, if you want to come,’ Fionn said to Ivan.
    ‘Really?’ Ivan turned to Yvonne. ‘Are you going too?’
    She nodded.
    ‘Will you wait until I’m finished up here and I’ll go with you? I have to stay to the end.’
    ‘Of course.’ Yvonne’s face lit up.
    ‘I’ll see you guys later, then,’ Ivan said, as Philip and Fionn drifted off.
    ‘I should go,’ Claire said. ‘Traffic’s going to be a nightmare, and God knows how long it’ll take me to get home.’
    ‘Okay,’ Yvonne said, pulling Claire into a hug. ‘See you on Monday.’
    ‘Ivan’s lovely. You should go for it,’ Claire murmured in Yvonne’s ear, then made for the exit.
    Well, at least it was over, she thought, as she sat into her car. She glanced at the clock on the dash. It was only ten. If the traffic wasn’t too bad, she would have still have time to eat and watch some TV before bed.

Chapter Four
    The rain was coming down in sheets, gushing from overflow pipes and pouring onto the pavements, forming huge puddles and filling Luca’s leaky boots as he trudged along. He had been up until four in the morning, working on a piece, and he was so fucking tired he could barely lift his feet. The hard concrete of the pavement even started to look inviting, and he was almost tempted to lie down on it, curl up and close his eyes. He couldn’t get any wetter than he was already. If he’d been heading towards warmth and comfort, he might have had the energy to keep going, but the prospect of his cold, dismal flat didn’t offer much incentive.
    He shouldn’t have bothered coming out tonight, he thought, as he squelched through puddles. It had been a complete waste of time. He’d thought he would at least get something to eat, but those pathetic canapés wouldn’t have fed a bird and he was starving. His stomach was hollow and his saturated clothes clung to him. He was so miserable, he wanted to cry. He should have ignored that stupid wanker Philip and let Yvonne give him the money for a cab.
    Out of the corner of his eye, he became aware of a car slowing beside him, keeping pace with him as it drove along by the edge of the pavement. Great. Now he’d picked up some pervy kerb-crawler – that was all he needed. He heard the peep of a horn, but kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, forcing himself to put one foot in front of the other. The horn honked again and he turned this time, dredging up the energy to tell whoever it was to fuck off. But then he saw that girl from the bar – Claire – peering at him through the window and beckoning him towards the car.
    Christ, had she followed him? Why couldn’t they all just leavehim alone? Sighing heavily, he waded across to the car and bent to the window.
    ‘Get in,’ she called, waving at him through the steamed-up glass. She opened the door. ‘I’ll give you a lift.’
    ‘No, thanks, I’m fine.’ He made to close the door again, but she put her hand against it, holding it open.
    ‘Don’t be silly. Get in. You’ll be soaked.’
    ‘I’m already as wet as I can get. Besides, I’ll ruin your seat.’
    ‘It’s just a bit of water. The seats are leather. It’ll wipe off.’
    Of course the seats were leather, he thought wearily. He wanted to tell her to get lost, embarrassment at her catching him out in his lie about taking a cab made him prickly. Besides, he’d had enough of that lot tonight to last him a lifetime, and he really didn’t fancy spending another five minutes with any of them. He was in no mood to be patronised by her. But the desire to sit down was overwhelming, and he could already feel the warmth seeping from inside the car. It was too much to resist.
    ‘Okay, thanks.’ He shut her door and walked around to the passenger