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  Louise had given Wesley the benefit of the doubt after that first toxic row. Yes, she’d decided, it wasn’t unreasonable for him to be jealous that she was so friendly with her ex. She had severed things with Rory, which had been hard to do and had caused considerable hurt when she had.

  It hadn’t stopped there, though.

  Wesley hadn’t liked Emily, Louise’s close friend, either. He hadn’t liked their odd nights out or their phone calls and texting and gradually that had all tapered off too.

  Finally, realising that she had been constantly walking on eggshells and that she’d barely recognised herself any more, Louise had known she had to end things. It had been far easier said than done, though, knowing, with Wesley’s building temper, that the ending would be terrible.

  It had been.

  On Christmas Eve, when Wesley had decided that her family didn’t like him and perhaps it should be just the two of them for Christmas, Louise had known she had to get the hell out. An argument had ensued and the gentle, happy Louise had finally lost her temper.

  No, he hadn’t taken it well.

  It would soon be a year to the very day since it had happened, and in the year that had followed Louise had found herself again—the woman she had been before Wesley, the happy person she had once been, though it had taken a while.

  Louise’s confidence had been severely shaken around men but her dad, her uncles, Rory, Emily’s now-husband, Hugh, all the people Wesley had been so jealous of had been such huge support—insisting that Wesley wasn’t in the regular mould men were cast from. Finally convincing her that she should simply be her sparkling, annoying, once irrepressible self.

  Without her family and friends, Louise did not know how she’d have survived emotionally.

  She’d never turn her back on them again.

  Anton had appeared at The Royal around March and the jolt of attraction had been so intense Louise had felt her mojo dash back. Possibly because he was so aloof and just so unobtainable that it had felt safe to test her flirting wings on him.

  Anton never really responded, yet he never stopped her either. He simply let her be, which was nice.

  It was all for fun, a little confidence boost as she slowly returned to her old self, yet in the ensuing months it had gathered steam.

  Nope!

  Louise got of the bed and looked around her room. It was a sexy boudoir indeed, thanks to a few freebies from a couple of photo shoots. There was a velvet red chair that went with the velvet bedspread, and it made Louise smile every time she sat in it. She smiled even more at the thought of Anton in here but she pushed that thought aside.

  In the flirting department he was divine but his arrogance, the way he double-checked everything Louise did at work, rendered him far from relationship material.

  Not that she knew if he even liked her.

  To Louise, Anton was a very confusing man.

  Still, flirting was fun!

  Not that she felt particularly sparkly tonight.

  After her bath, Louise did her make-up carefully, topped it off with loads of red lipstick and then started to dry her hair.

  It still fell to the right, even after nearly a year of parting it to fall to the left.

  Louise examined the shiny red scar on her scalp for a moment. She could still see the needle marks. Thanks to her delay in getting sutured, the stitches had had to stay in for ten days. Unable to deal with the memory, she quickly moved on and tonged her hair into wild ringlets. She put on the Christmas holly underwear that she’d modelled a couple of months ago, along with the stockings from the same range, which were a very sheer red with green sprigs of holly and little red dots for berries.

  They were fabulous!

  As were the red dress and high-heeled shoes.

  Hearing Emily blast the horn outside, Louise pushed out a smile, determined to enjoy all the celebrations that took place at her very favourite time of the year, however unwell she felt.

  ‘God help Anton!’ Hugh said, as Louise stepped out of her house and waved to him and Emily.

  ‘Why haven’t they got it on?’ Emily asked, as Louise dashed back in the house to check that she’d turned off her curling tongs.

  ‘I don’t know,’ Hugh mused. ‘Though I thought that Louise had sworn off men.’

  ‘She’s sworn off relationships,’ Emily said, ‘not joined a nunnery.’

  Hugh laughed. No, he could not imagine Louise in a nunnery.

  ‘Is Anton seeing anyone?’ Emily asked, but Hugh shook his head.

  ‘I don’t think so—mind you, Anton’s not exactly friendly and chatty.’

  ‘He is to me.’

  ‘Because you’re six months pregnant and his patient,’ Hugh pointed out, as Louise came down her path for the second time. ‘Maybe you could ask him if he’s seeing someone next time you see him.’

  ‘That’s a good idea.’ Emily smiled. ‘I’ll just slip that question in while he examines me, shall I?’

  She turned and smiled as Louise got into the back of the car.

  ‘Hi, Emily. You make a lovely taxi driver—thank you for this,’ Louise said. ‘Hi, Hugh, how lucky you are to have a pregnant wife over Christmas!’

  ‘Very lucky,’ Hugh agreed, as Emily drove off.

  ‘You look gorgeous, Louise,’ Emily said.

  ‘Thank you, but I feel like crap,’ Louise happily admitted. ‘I’ve got the worst period and I can only have one eggnog as I’m working in the morning.’

  Hugh arched his neck at Louise’s openness and Emily smiled.

  They both loved her.

  As they arrived at the rather nice venue, Louise got her first full-length look at Emily.

  ‘You look gorgeous and I want one …’ she said, referring to Emily’s six–months-pregnant belly, which was tonight dressed in black and looking amazing.

  ‘You will soon,’ Emily said, because Louise had shared with her her plans to get pregnant next year.

  ‘I hope so.’

  Louise’s eyes scanned the room. It had been very tastefully decorated—there were pale pinkish gold twigs in vases on the tables and pale pinkish gold decorations and lights that twinkled, and there was Anton, talking to Alex, who was Hugh’s boss, and Rory was with them as well.

  Perfect, Louise thought as the trio made their way over and all the hellos began.

  ‘Aren’t the decorations gorgeous?’ Emily said, but Louise pulled a face.

  ‘Some colour would be nice. Who would choose pink for Christmas decorations?’ As a waiter passed with a tray, she took a mini pale pink chocolate that the waiter called a frosted snowball but even the coconut was pink. ‘They have a theme,’ she said, and smiled at Anton, but it went to the wall because he wasn’t looking at her.

  ‘No Jennifer?’ Hugh checked with Alex, because normally his wife Jennifer accompanied him on nights such as this.

  ‘No, Josie’s got a fever.’ Alex explained things a little better for Anton. ‘Josie’s our youngest child. You haven’t yet met my wife Jennifer, have you?’

  ‘Your wife?’ Anton said. ‘I have heard a lot of nice things.’

  Perhaps because Louise was close to PhD level in Anton’s facial features, Anton’s accent, Anton’s words, oh, just everything Anton, she frowned just a little at his slightly vague response. Still, she didn’t dwell on it for long because he simply looked fantastic in an evening suit. Her eyes swept his body, taking in his long legs, his very long black leather shoes and then, when her mind darted to rude places, she looked up. His olive complexion was accentuated by the white of his shirt and he was just so austere that it made her want to jump onto his lap and whisper in his ear all the things she wanted him to do to her for Christmas.

  Oh, a relationship might not be on the agenda but so pointed was his dismissal of her tonight that they were clearly both thinking sex.

  ‘Is that holly on your stockings?’ Rory asked, and everyone looked down to examine Louise’s long legs.

  Everyone, that was, but An
ton.

  ‘Yes, I got them free after that shoot I did a couple of months ago,’ Louise said. ‘I’ve been dying to wear them ever since. Got to get into the Christmas spirit. Speaking of which, does anyone want a drink?’

  ‘No, thank you,’ Alex said.

  ‘I’ll have a tomato juice,’ Emily sighed. ‘A virgin bloody Mary.’

  ‘Hugh?’ Louise asked.

  ‘I’d love an eggnog.’

  ‘Yay!’ Louise said. ‘Anton?’

  ‘No, thank you.’

  ‘Are you sure?’ Louise said. ‘I thought I owed you one.’

  ‘I’m fine,’ he responded, barely looking at her. ‘I think Saffarella is getting me a drink. Here she is …’

  Here she was, indeedy!

  Rippling black hair, chocolate-brown eyes, a figure to die for, and she was so seriously stunning that she actually made Louise feel drab, especially 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 and Louise 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 might have issues getting pregnant had seriously rocked Louise’s world, leaving her a touch vulnerable and exposed. She was so much stronger now, though her desire to become a mother had not diminished an inch. ‘I want a baby far more than I want another failed relationship.’

  ‘Fair enough.’

  They danced on, Louise with her mind on Anton. She was seriously annoyed at the sight of them laughing and talking as they danced and the way Saffarella ran her hands through his hair and over his bum had Louise burn with jealousy. Worse, though, was the way Anton laughed a deep laugh at something she must have said.

  ‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen him laugh till now, and I know that I’m funnier than her,’ Louise grumbled. ‘God, why does she have to be so, so beautiful? What did he introduce her as?’

  ‘Saffarella.’

  ‘Did he say girlfriend when he introduced her?’ Louise pushed. ‘Or my wife …?’ She was clutching at straws as she remembered that his sister was a model. ‘It’s not his sister, is it?’

  ‘If it’s his sister then we should consider calling the police!’ Rory said. ‘Sorry, Louise, they’re on together.’

  But then a little while later came the good news!

  She and Rory were enjoying another dance, imagining things that could never happen to John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’. Louise was thinking of Anton while Rory was thinking of a woman who couldn’t be here tonight. He glanced up and saw that Anton was watching them, and then Anton looked over again.

  ‘Anton keeps looking over,’ Rory whispered in Louise’s ear.

  ‘Really?’

  ‘He does,’ Rory said. ‘I don’t think he likes me any more—in fact, I’d say from the look I just got he wants to take me out the back and knock my lights out.’

  ‘Seriously?’ Louise was delighted at the turn of events.

  ‘Well, not quite that much, but I think you may be be right, Louise, Anton does like you.’

  ‘I told you that he did. Is he still looking?’

  ‘He’s trying not to.’

  ‘You have to kiss me,’ Louise said.

  ‘No.’

  ‘Please.’ Louise was insistent. ‘Just one long one—it will serve him bloody right for trying to make me jealous. Come on, Rory,’ she said when, instead of kissing her, he still shook his head. ‘It’s not like we never have before and I do it all the time when I’m modelling. It doesn’t mean anything.’

  ‘No,’ Rory said.

  ‘I got off with you a couple of years ago when Gina got drunk and was making a play for you!’ Louise reminded him.

  Gina was an anaesthetist who had had a drink and drug problem and had gone into treatment a few months ago. A couple of years back Rory had been trying to avoid Gina at a Christmas party. Gina had tended to make blatant plays for him when drunk, so he and Louise had had a kiss and pretended to leave together.

  ‘Come on, Rory.’

  ‘No,’ he said, and then he rolled his eyes and reluctantly admitted the reason why not. ‘I like someone.’r />
  ‘Who?’ Louise’s curiosity was instant.

  ‘Just someone.’

  ‘Is she here?’

  ‘No,’ Rory said. ‘But I don’t want it getting back to her that I got off with my ex.’

  ‘Do I know her?’

  ‘Leave it, Louise,’ Rory said. ‘Please.’

  It really was turning out to be the most frustrating night! First Anton and Saffarella, now Rory with his secret.

  Hugh and Emily watched the action from the safety of the tables, trying to work out just what was going on.

  ‘Anton is holding Saffarella like a police riot shield,’ Hugh observed, but Emily laughed just a little too late.

  ‘Are you okay?’ Hugh checked, looking at his wife, who, all of a sudden, was unusually quiet.

  ‘I’m a bit tired,’ Emily admitted.

  ‘Do you want to go home?’ Hugh checked, and Emily nodded. ‘But I promised Louise a lift.’

  ‘She’ll be fine,’ Hugh said, standing as Louise and Rory made their way over from the dance floor. ‘We’re going to go,’ Hugh said. ‘Emily’s a bit tired.’

  ‘Emily?’ Louise frowned as she looked at her friend. ‘Are you okay?’

  ‘Can I not just be tired?’ Emily snapped, and then corrected herself. ‘Sorry, Louise. Look, I know that I said I’d give you a lift—’

  ‘Don’t be daft,’ Louise interrupted. ‘Go home to bed.’

  ‘I’ll see Louise home,’ Rory said, and Hugh gave a nod of thanks.

  They said their goodnights but as Hugh and Emily walked off, Rory could see the concern on Louise’s face.

  ‘Louise!’ Rory knew what she was thinking and dismissed it. ‘Emily’s fine. It isn’t any wonder that she’s feeling tired. She’s six months pregnant and working. Theatre was really busy today …’

  ‘I guess, but …’ Louise didn’t know what to say. Rory didn’t really get her intuition where pregnant women were concerned. She wasn’t about to explain it to him again but he’d already guessed what she was thinking.

  ‘Not your witch thing again?’ Rory sighed.

  ‘Midwives know.’ Louise nodded. ‘I’m honestly worried.’

  ‘Come on, I’ll get you a drink,’ Rory said. ‘You can have two eggnogs.’ But Louise shook her head. ‘I just want to go home,’ she admitted. ‘You stay, I can get a taxi.’