‘It’s only nine o’clock.’

‘I’m injured.’

‘Not very injured. Come to our party.’

‘And leave Sam? I don’t have any choice in this, Angie, so let it be.’

Angela glared at her friend. ‘It’s so unfair.’

‘Life’s not fair.’

‘It should be. You sure you won’t change your mind about going alone? Leave Sam with me for just this once?’

‘I’m sure.’

‘Then I’ll be here on Sunday night and I want a blow-by-blow description. Leaving out nothing.’

‘You and Trevor both. He’s already demanded a Sunday night debriefing.’

‘He would.’ Angela hesitated. You know…’ Her face changed and Molly knew what she was about to say. It would achieve nothing.

‘Angela, don’t.’

‘Don’t what?’

‘Try to solve the problems of the world.’ Molly gave her friend a push towards the door. ‘Go on. Back to Guy.’

‘Well, at least tell me what you’re wearing tomorrow,’ Angela demanded as she was propelled into the foyer.

‘Boring. Business. Black suit. White shirt.’

That stopped Angela in her tracks. ‘You’re never wearing boring for Jackson Baird?’

‘No. I’m wearing boring for me.’

‘This is the opportunity of a lifetime.’

‘To get myself seduced? I don’t think so.’

‘Molly, there’s seduced and there’s seduced. Boy, if Jackson Baird wanted to put his boots under my bed…’ Angela chuckled. ‘And honestly, Moll…’ She turned and faced her friend. ‘When I saw you both looking down at that little frog…’

Molly grinned at the picture that conjured up. ‘Romantic, wasn’t it?’

‘It was,’ Angela said firmly. ‘You looked like you could be the future Mrs Jackson Baird.’

‘Oh, yeah. In your dreams.’

‘Well, why not? He’s single. You’re single. He’s rich. That’s a recipe for marital bliss if ever I heard one.’

‘Angie, go!’

‘Only if you promise you won’t wear your business suit.’