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‘And you don’t want me to call you a dinosaur?’ Francesca hissed ‘Look, please leton is trying to fall off the sides’

‘Hencefor you’

‘Yes If you have more money than sense’ And, of course, for most wo feature He ina because she fitted the bill, but hoould he feel if perhaps she washim because he fitted the bill?

‘Or not enough tie World War Three in pursuit of a few items of food’

‘It’s not always like this’ She grinned reluctantly at him ‘If you come at weird hours it’s quite eet what you ithout having to queue at the tills’ Walking at a snail’s pace and insisting on looking at every jar and bottle didn’t help either when it ca for well over an hour Ti past There was aout of her house by nine were beginning to look remote

She are of hi that would put her on the defensive Once or twice, as she was filling the bags while he stood next to her, under orders to let her handle the packing, he referred to their past Little droplets of o to in Venice The patisseries in Paris, where they had occasionally stayed in her apart schedules

He insisted on taking the bags into the house ‘I’s,’ he inforo and stick the wine in the fridge and put on solish music a dinosaur like myself has not heard of?’

There was no point arguing She stuck the wine in the fridge, wondered what she was doing, put on so, and then there he was, piling bags on to the kitchen table and hunting in the cupboards for a couple of glasses for the wine

And still talking to her, as though they were the friends they no longer were

‘Let lass of wine

‘What’s the good of that if the point is to see whether I’ood food?’

Angelo stifled the urge to inforood food, or food of any kind, was not the point of the evening for hie to tell her that she looked as sexy as hell kitted out in a black and white checked apron, that he would be interested in seeing how the apron looked without anything worn under it