someone,’ Nina called after her.
‘We’ll see!’
‘She’s very . . . forward , isn’t she?’ said Karima.
‘That’s one way to describe her,’ Nina replied, amused.
Rad nodded. ‘She was just telling us in alarming detail about her night with some racing driver in Monaco. It’s only the second time we’ve met her! I might be a journalist, but there’s still such a thing as too much information.’
‘She’s a live one, that’s for sure. So how are you two?’
‘Edging ever closer to getting married,’ said Karima, putting an arm round her fiancé’s shoulder. ‘Next spring, we think.’
‘Or maybe summer,’ Rad added. ‘Or autumn.’ Karima jabbed him with her sharp nails. ‘Ow.’
‘That’s fantastic,’ said Nina. ‘And it’s so great of you to come all this way for tonight. Thank you.’
The beautiful Jordanian smiled. ‘We wouldn’t have missed it. Although I have to admit we’re making a vacation of it.’
‘Two weeks in the States,’ said Rad. ‘We’re doing a tour. I can’t wait to see the Grand Canyon.’
‘He means he can’t wait to see Vegas,’ Karima said knowingly.
‘I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,’ Nina told them. ‘Have you told Eddie that you’ve almost set a date?’
‘Not yet,’ said Rad. ‘We only spoke to him very briefly when we arrived.’
‘I’ll go find him. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.’ Nina spotted her husband talking to Mac. ‘Eddie! Eddie! ’ Mac looked round at her, but Eddie didn’t react. ‘Deaf as a post in his old age.’
‘Your wife’s calling for you,’ Mac said.
‘Hmm?’
‘Your wife. About five-five, red hair, very pretty, famous archaeologist?’
‘Oh, that wife.’ Eddie glanced back, but the people surrounding Grant and Jessica blocked his view. ‘I didn’t hear her.’
‘Trust me, that’s an excuse you’ll only get away with once.’ Mac gave him a wry smile, which faded at the lack of response. ‘Something wrong?’
‘No, nothing.’ said Eddie a little too quickly, looking round the room. Mac raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment further. ‘Pretty good turnout. Pity not everyone I invited could make it, but I suppose you can’t expect everyone to fly halfway round the world for cheese and pickled onions on sticks.’
‘Yes, a shame,’ Mac agreed. Another smile, this time decidedly cheeky. ‘I was rather hoping to catch up with TD . . .’
Eddie groaned in only partially feigned dismay at the thought of his former commanding officer and the far younger African woman together. ‘Behave yourself, you dirty old sod. Christ, I can’t think what she ever saw in you.’
‘Oh, I imagine things like charm, chivalry, wisdom . . . Perhaps you’ve heard of them.’
‘Tchah! I ought to kick out your tin leg for that.’ He swung his foot at the older man’s prosthetic left limb, stopping an inch short.
‘Well, if you think you need to even the odds . . .’ They both chuckled, Mac raising his glass. ‘Anyway, here’s to a successful marriage, Eddie.’
‘Thanks.’ They clinked glasses.
‘So how’s domesticity treating you so far?’
‘Sort of normal. But we need one of those signs saying how many days it’s been since we last had someone try to blow us up. We’re up to about five months at the moment.’
‘Let’s hope you break your record by a long, long way.’ Behind Eddie, Nina approached, calling his name again. Mac deliberately raised his voice so she would catch it. ‘Although I expect you’ll soon start missing being shot at.’
‘He’d damn well better not,’ said Nina as she reached her husband, taking him by surprise. ‘Didn’t you hear me?’
He shrugged. ‘It’s a bit noisy in here.’
‘So what are you two old warhorses talking about?’
Eddie looked offended. ‘Oi! Less of the “old”.’
‘We were just having a toast to a happy marriage,’ said Mac. Nina beamed at Eddie and put an arm round his waist. ‘And Eddie was also saying how