Say it with Diamonds...this Christmas. Sandra Marton

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      ‘For a second there, I thought you were going to faint.’

      ‘Faint? Why on earth would I faint?’

      ‘Some girls do, after a shock.’

      ‘I’m fine,’ she reiterated.

      ‘In that case, how about thanking me for saving you from a nasty fall?’

      ‘Which you caused in the first place,’ she pointed out stroppily. ‘What are you doing home, anyway? I thought you were going to a party at seven. It’s not far off that now.’

      ‘Chloe forgot to tell me that it was black-tie. So I came home to change.’

      Sarah had seen Nick in a dinner suit. Of course, he looked devastatingly handsome. Jealousy jabbed at her as she thought of Chloe on his arm tonight, then possibly in his bed …

      Sarah’s stomach somersaulted at the thought.

      ‘I’m surprised you’re not going out tonight yourself,’ Nick said.

      ‘What? Oh, yes, well … Derek wanted to take me somewhere, but I … I told him I’d be too busy with the tree and present-wrapping.’ She was babbling and stammering! Why, oh, why did she have to think about Nick with Chloe?

      ‘You should do what I do,’ Nick said. ‘Only buy presents at shops that do free gift-wrapping.’

      And in shops where some smitten female sales assistant did all the choosing for him as well, Sarah thought ruefully.

      ‘I’d better get going,’ Nick went on. ‘See you at present-opening in the morning. And before you ask, no, Chloe will not be in attendance. So you won’t have to sulk.’

      ‘I never sulk,’ Sarah snapped.

      ‘Oh, yes, you do, madam. But I agree with you on one score: some of my girlfriends have not been all that nice to you. Still, that’s because most of them are jealous.’

      ‘Of me?’ Sarah could not have been more surprised.

      Nick’s smile was wry. ‘How would you like to discover that your Derek was living with an attractive young female ward? Now I really must go,’ he pronounced abruptly, and spun away.

      ‘We still haven’t had that private talk,’ she called after him.

      He stopped and glanced over his shoulder at her, his body language impatient. ‘I realise that. It’ll just have to wait till after Christmas Day.’

      ‘But won’t Chloe be here then?’

      Nick had said this morning that he had a guest between Christmas and New Year. Who other than his current girlfriend?

      ‘Chloe and I don’t need to spend every minute of every day together,’ he said rather pointedly. ‘See you in the morning, Sarah.’

      Sarah watched him stride across the family room, then leap up the two steps that led to the foyer. She heard him run up the stairs, depression descending at the sound of his hurrying to take out his girlfriend.

      ‘I’m glad Derek is coming tomorrow,’ she muttered under her breath.

      ‘Talking to yourself is never a good idea, love.’

      Sarah turned, then smiled at Flora. ‘I have some of my best conversations with myself.’

      ‘Better than that tea towel you used to talk to when you were a child, I suppose.’

      Sarah stared at Flora. ‘You knew about that?’

      ‘Nothing much gets by me, love. So was the tea towel your other self? Or a special friend?’

      ‘A special friend,’ she confessed.

      ‘Boy or girl?’

      ‘Um … boy. Sort of.’

      ‘He wasn’t called Nick, was he?’

      Sarah flushed.

      ‘Like I said, love,’ Flora continued as she went over and turned the switch that lit up the tree, ‘nothing much gets by me. My, now, that is one lovely tree.’

      ‘Jim chose a really good one this year.’

      ‘He did indeed. Was that Nick I heard a minute ago?’

      ‘Yes. He came home to change. The party’s black-tie.’

      ‘I’m not surprised. Chloe’s a social climber, if ever there was one.’

      Sarah shook her head. ‘She sounds awful. What on earth does Nick see in her?’

      ‘What does Nick see in any of his girlfriends? I suppose he doesn’t much care about their characters as long as they’re beautiful and do whatever he wants them to do in bed. He doesn’t keep any of them, after all.’

      ‘Flora! I’ve never heard you talk like this about Nick before.’

      Flora shrugged. ‘I’m getting old, I guess. When you get old you say things you wouldn’t dare say before. Don’t get me wrong. I’m very fond of Nick. But where women are concerned, he’s bad news. He’s never made a pass at you, has he, Sarah?’

      ‘What? Me? No, never!’

      ‘Just as well, with you having that crush on him.’

      ‘I’m over that now.’

      ‘You might think you are, but he’d still be able to turn your head, if he tried.’

      Flora had never said a truer word. ‘Why would he bother, when he has the likes of Chloe in his bed?’

      Flora wrinkled her nose. ‘I suspect Madame Chloe is fast reaching her use-by date. I’d watch myself, if I were you, when you swan downstairs tomorrow wearing one of those sexy new dresses of yours.’

      Sarah’s mouth dropped open. ‘How do you know about them?’

      ‘Couldn’t sit around doing nothing all afternoon, so I unpacked for you. Which one are you wearing tomorrow? The red and white one, I’ll bet.’

      ‘Flora, you’re an old sticky-beak!’

      Flora remained quite nonplussed at this accusation. ‘How do you think I get to know everything? I also put all those lovely Christmas cards you got from your pupils on your dressing table. Didn’t leave room for much else, I’m afraid, so I set out all your new makeup and perfume and skin-care stuff on the vanity unit in your bathroom.’

      Sarah didn’t know whether to be appreciative, or annoyed. ‘So, did everything get your seal of approval?’

      ‘Let’s just say I think you’ll give Chloe a run for her money in the beauty stakes.’

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