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Colin could see a smile on Tara’s face unlike any smile he’d seen in months. He seemed to have made some kind of joke and Tara was laughing just a little too hard for it to be natural.

‘She’s doing that flirty laugh thing women do,’ Rory said.

‘I need to know who he is,’ Colin said, furious.

Rory looked intensely at the image on the phone screen. ‘Hmm . . . he looks rich. A little older than you, I think. Strong jaw but weak chin. We’d need binoculars to see how far back his hairline goes. Poor guy has a fivehead,’ Rory said.

‘What the hell is she doing with him then? It would make more sense if he was better looking than me!’ Colin said, confused at Tara’s taste.

‘I guess she’s so mad at you, she’s willing to downgrade,’ Rory said.

‘I’m going in for a closer look,’ Colin said, putting his phone down on the dashboard.

‘OK, let’s go,’ Rory said, reaching for the door handle.

‘No, you stay here. Keep an eye on the situation,’ Colin said, opening his door.

‘Ugh, fine. But give me a signal if you need back-up!’ Rory said, eager for some action.

Colin left the car and walked diagonally across the street towards the restaurant, out of Tara’s line of sight.

Rory continued watching the scene unfold for a few seconds when he saw the passenger door of Tara’s car open suddenly and a good-looking young woman getting out. He was immediately enthralled by her.

‘I knew there was someone in there!’ Rory whispered to himself.

To his surprise, he could see the young woman was approaching his car.

‘What the hell is going on?’ Emily asked, opening the passenger door.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’ Rory said, shocked.

Emily got into the passenger seat and closed the door behind her.

‘I know you are spying on Tara. I could see you through the make-up mirror of Tara’s car,’ Emily said.

‘You mean the rear-view mirror?’ Rory said, horrified.

‘Why are you spying on her?’

‘It’s a private matter between Tara and Colin,’ Rory said, refusing to tell.

‘So that’s Tara’s husband. The plot thickens. Among other things,’ Emily said, looking at Rory’s protruding crotch.

‘He gets excited in chaotic situations!’ Rory said, trying to hide it.

‘START TALKING!’

‘You just broke into my car! I should be the one interrogating you!’

‘Go ahead. My safe word is harder,’ Emily said, smiling.

‘OK, I’ll tell you everything – under one condition. You have to agree to a three-course dinner with me,’ Rory said, enamoured with her chaotic sexual energy.

‘I’m only interested in one course,’ Emily countered.

‘Which one?’

‘Intercourse.’

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