CHAPTER 16
BY SUNDAY EVENING, Marie’s patience had run out. My phone rang as Joe and I were in a taxi heading back to Heron Court, squashed in beside my dress and his suit, together with the sparkly necklace I’d impulse bought on the way out of Selfridges in an attempt to provide a further distraction from my waistline.
“Come on, spill,” she said. “It’s been three days since you ran out of art class and not even a phone call? Did you find him?”
“I did.”
Her squeal made Joe look across, and I held the phone away from my ear for a second.
“And? What happened?”
“Uh, not very much.”
“Seriously? A tattooed s*x god bought you a gift, you sprinted after him in the pouring rain, and nothing happened? I don’t believe it.”
“Now isn’t a great time to talk.”
She put two and two together and c
