Page 51 of The Puck Stops Here

Hot stuff! I *almost* feel sorry for him xx

Astrid

Cheers my loves

Bella

PS Finished Book One yet?

Astrid pulled a face. Yes, she may have used Delia’s book to distract herself from the hotness that was Blake over the last few nights… and had the dreams to match.

Astrid

Nearly

She slotted her phone away, shook out her hands, shrugged on her long cashmere coat and looked in the mirror.

She was Astrid Sinclair, Journalist of the Year twice over, capable of winning anyone over, from the most meretricious of models to the most sullen of celebs. She would get to the truth.

And if she could extract a little karma vindication while she was at it, all the better.

Striding for the door, she snatched Paige’s glasses off the console table.Theseshe would keep. More as a lucky charm than a necessary accessory and a way to take the girls with her.

Her phone pinged again and swapping the glasses for the device in her bag, she checked the screen expecting Bella, only…

Aiden

Bring something you can skate in. I’ll take you out later.

What?!

Astrid

Today?

Aiden

If you’re going to put me through my paces, it’s only fair I put you through yours

Astrid

Funny

Aiden

I’m serious.

Her fingers hovered over the phone.Her?FreakingTwinkle Toes, onice?!

She could pretendshe had some place else to be. But to bail on extra time with the Ice King, especially after their eventful dinner date… she couldn’t risk giving the wrong impression. Adisinterestedimpression.

Astrid

You’re on!

She did an about-turn as her phone started to ring –bleeding Nora, she was popular this morning. Then she saw who it was and swiftly answered, ‘Hey Mum.’

‘Darling, are you okay? You didn’t text this morning.’

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