Page 11 of The Twins
“They went in the bin, remember.”
“Ah yes. I remember.”
I didn’t linger and headed out of the court to collect my handbag. I needed a drink, a glass of wine, and I needed a good old natter with my best friend in the world, Amy.
Two hours later, I had my feet tucked up beneath me on the sofa and was nursing my second glass of wine.
“Have I got this right?” Amy said and set her blue gaze on me. “You agreed to a date with this hot Irish criminal and—”
“He’s not a criminal. I got him off, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, that’s all.”
“A sex den wrong place, correct?”
“Sort of, yes.”
“And he was there for what? Sex?” She raised her perfectly arched eyebrows.
“No, he was there with a couple of friends gathering evidence to take to the police. These girls were horrifically treated, illegal immigrants, too. Slaves. Drugged.”
“And that’s the story he told you.”
“It’s not a story. I believe him.” It sounded nuts now, but when Finn had explained to me what he’d been doing in that warehouse, I’d believed him. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who needed to pay for sex, and his story added up. Of course it had, that’s how I’d got the charges dropped.
“I don’t doubt that he can flirt with the law,” I admitted, thinking of him sneaking into the back corridors of the courthouse, “but nothing nasty, not like the shit that was going down at that warehouse.” I shuddered and thought of the poor girls. I hoped they were doing better now.
“Yeah, it was in theOxford Mail. So close to the city, too.”
I nodded.
“So,” she said again and twirled her finger in the air, “you’ve agreed to a date with him, and now he wants to bring his twin brother, right?”
I sipped my wine.
“You have! A threesome date.” Her eyes widened with glee. “How exciting.”
“I guess.”
“And the brother is an Irish hottie, too?”
“So I’m told.”
A smile balled Amy’s cheeks. “Well, in that case, good luck to you, girl.” She held up her glass. “Cheers to twice the fun.”
I giggled and for a moment considered telling her about the fun I’d had in the stationery cupboard that day. But I decided against it. It was my erotic little secret and I liked it that way. “So what’s going on in your world, Amy?”
“Ah, this and that. Work, work, work.”
Amy worked for a sports marketing company, and there was always some big event that was taking up her time.
“You not seeing anyone? What about the guy with the beard the other week?”
“Ah, that was just a one-night stand, was never going to be more.”
I frowned. I wished Amy would find someone to have ‘more’ with. One-night stands had always left me feeling empty, and I was sure they did her, too. “It’s good to have fun,” I said. “But maybe someone to spend time in daylight hours with would be nice.”
She laughed. “I’ve just got new batteries in my vibe, that’s all the fun I’ve got time for at the moment, and he comes out to play day or night.”
Chapter Four
