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flick of her hair, she grinned in my direction and headed towards the conservatory door.  
    Edward looked on amused, placing the card in his wallet. I couldn’t help noticing the black Amex card also accommodated in the sleeve. Surely he wasn’t able to also tick the extremely wealthy box on my wish list. There had to be a catch.
    'Right, I’d best head off then' he said, closing his wallet and returning it to his pocket. 'It was a pleasure meeting you' he leaned in awkwardly to kiss me briefly on the cheek. Strangely he smelt familiar and my heart skipped a beat as a jolt of electric seemed to pass between us.
    He backed away quickly – almost too quickly, picking up his glass and draining the remainder of his wine. Lifting his hand, his intense gaze once again met my eyes.
    'I'll be in touch.' And with that, he was already walking out of the door and out of my life, before I could say another word.
     
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Monday morning came around sooner than I had anticipated. The excited high that I had felt since the impromptu exchange with Edward had vast deserted me.  Sleepily reaching across to turn off my alarm clock, I envisioned Edward’s face and felt myself stir far quicker than any cup of coffee could encourage.
    I had spent the previous week on tenterhooks circling my mobile like a bird of prey, waiting for him to make contact. There had been nothing. I picked up my mobile now, illuminating the screen to check for any missed calls or messages. A drunken background image of Mel and I greeted me. I sighed sad ly.  For the eighth day running, no blinking icons or notifications from Edward had materialised.
    Setting about my morning routine and grateful for distraction, the previous week of conversation with Mel began to float into my thoughts. She had taken great delight in thinking up daily scenario’s and reasons for Edward's evasiveness.   I smiled to myself as I recalled her top four theories on the matter; 
    1. Edward had lost the business card with my details after removing it too many times from his wallet to re-live the moment he had met me. Strong winds had subsequently snatched it from his grasp and flew it into the nearest drain. Lost forever.
    2. He had been involved in a near fatal accident after leaving the party and was now in hospital in a semi conscious state calling out ‘Lizzie’. The nurses had no idea who Lizzie was or how to make contact with her.
    3. He had been called away on urgent business to a small village, in an area where mobile coverage didn’t exist. However, he was spending every moment thinking about how he would make it up to me when he returned.
    4. His psycho ex had threatened to kill me and he was now involved in a government mission to protect me from gruesome death, whilst being under strict instruction by head of operations, not to contact me and put me in further danger.
    As much as I wanted to believe her and I had spent time encouraging her, I knew within my heart that the reality was simply that Edward couldn’t have been as interested in me as the impression he had given. Like many men before him that had shown me interest, I was a distant memory once out of their sight.
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    Ronnie was quick to pick up on my mood as soon as I walked into the office.
    'Good weekend Lizzie? Any special dates?' he asked smiling at me, causing his chubby cheeks to become more pronounced. He was referring to Edward.  
    I had hoped I wouldn’t come to regret informing both Ronnie and Samantha of the events at Carl's party, but I had been carried away in the moment, telling them all about Edward. Except now it had backfired. Edward still hadn't been in contact and I was fast losing patience with both my work life and my love life.
    Walking straight past him, I headed towards the small kitchenette area.
    'No Ronnie, not a good weekend. Unless you classify a good weekend, as sitting at home alone for forty eight hours with nowhere to go, and no one to share it with?'