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I looked to Richard for help with that one.
He merely stared at me, waiting for an answer which he knew I wouldn’t have.
“I’ve never actually been,” I said.
“Oh,” said Constance. “Why not?”
“Sweetheart,” said Richard. “She’s staff. Not a member.” He looked sad for me.
Constance shot a sympathetic look my way. “Well maybe we could offer to gift her membership?”
Terrance laughed. “My wife’s unending generosity.”
“Shall we begin?” said Richard, gesturing to the door, evidently wanting to move on with the proceedings.
I wondered what this part might be.
Constance took a deep breath. “How long do you watch for?”
“It’s a formality. Ticks in the right boxes. That kind of thing. Five minutes. How does that sound?” He lowered his gaze. “I’ll discreetly slip away and the next time you’ll see me will be at Chrysalis.”
“Where’s best?” said Constance.
“Bedroom’s fine,” said Richard.
“Well I’m ready.” Terrance rose and headed for the door, quickly followed by Constance.
“Stay here,” Richard warned me.
“She’s not coming with us?” said Constance.
Richard gestured for me to sit. “No.”
Constance came back and knelt at my feet. “Do you like puppies, Mia?”
“I love puppies,” I said, beaming at Richard.
He rolled his eyes.
Constance peered down at her Pomeranian. “Tilley has puppies.” She scratched her dog’s head. “Want to see them?”
“Yes, please.”
Constance sashayed towards the glass double doorway and opened it and I followed her. A sprawling green lawn spread out before us and beyond that an enormous blue pool. I’d certainly gotten the fun end of the deal and wondered where they were all going. Probably to sign the papers. Surely the office would be more appropriate?
Constance turned to face me. “They’re in the guest house.” She pouted. “Terrance has banned them from the house.”
“They shit everywhere,” he told Richard.
“We’ll be right back,” said Constance. “Mia, maybe you’d like to come back and play with me and the puppies sometime?” She flashed Richard a shy look. “If she’s allowed.”
Maybe we could swim too,I thought.
My gaze shot back to her then I looked at Richard.
“I keep Mia busy back at the office,” he said, gesturing. “Shall we?”
Had Constance just hit on me? She had. She’d frickin hit on me.
