Madeleine’s car came to a grinding stop on the gravel courtyard at eight o’clock precisely, as arranged. She sounded the horn then, seeing David leaning on the balcony of his flat, called out a cheery bonjour.
bonjour.“I’ll be straight down.” The reply rang out as if he was announcing it to the whole world.
He threw his bag onto the back seat.
“A Peugeot 307 convertible – nice motor,” he said, kissing her cheek.
“I like it. I had to search around for this model in black and, besides, it’s a luxury I’ve earned.”
“I’m sure you have.”
She was dressed in tight, black jeans and a plain, white tee-shirt, with designer sunglasses pushed back onto her hair. Her make-up was immaculate, and she became more desirable each time he saw her.
“Okay, jump in and, as we say, en route.” She turned th
