Excerpt:
It was
Sebastian, and he wasn’t alone. ‘Morning,’ he said, handing her a large white
box before moving past her into the flat. Nic skittered hastily out of the way
as two complete strangers followed him in, laden down with stainless steel
cases and general junk. ‘What is this?’ She clutched her towel more tightly.
‘Jeanie is a hair stylist, and
Sam does everything else.’
Nic didn’t dare ask what he
meant by everything else. ‘Why are
they here?’
Sebastian settled himself down
on her sofa and picked up a magazine from the pile. ‘They’re here for you.’
Nic stared in bewildered
astonishment as the two women introduced themselves and started to unpack what
resembled torture equipment. ‘But…but…’ She glanced down at the box in her
arms, as if she’d only just realised it was there. ‘What’s this?’
‘Your outfit.’
‘I have an outfit.’
‘No you don’t. I spoke to Ella
last night.’
He seemed in no mood to explain
himself or any of this, simply sat there on her sofa looking long and lean and
strong and gorgeous in battered jeans and a screaming red t-shirt with a
prancing horse on the front. He leaned forward, tossing the magazine down and
picking up another one, and it was then she saw the lettering on the back. And
she couldn’t suppress a smile. ‘Team Nic, huh?’
‘I’ve got ‘mechanics do it with
lube’ if you’d prefer.’
A blush hit her cheeks, and the
box nearly hit the floor. She’d have made a smart remark if she’d been able to
think of one and if there hadn’t been two complete strangers in the room, both
of whom were doing a very bad job of not laughing. As it was, an indignant ‘we
do not!’ was the best she could manage.
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