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SILK WICKEDNESS 23

And, in the circumstances, she wasn’t altogether surprised.

There are two sources of tension cooped up in this car with him , she thought. One's right behind him , and he'd like to strangle her. As for the other . . .

‘What’s your cat called?’

The shock of a normal question from Anoushka gave her a jolt. ‘He started off as Little Puss and when he got bigger it was just Puss. Then he had the operation and started getting fat, so it was Portly Puss. And now he’s just Portly.*

‘I hope he’s OK,’ said Anoushka.

‘Thanks.* She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. ‘So do I.’ Suddenly she couldn’t wait for the dusty miles to pass so she could ring Kate.

Before long another glance over her shoulder told her that Anoushka was asleep, and for ages neither she nor Guy spoke.

Gradually, the silence became as pregnant as an overdue mother of twins. And, equally gradually, she began to wonder whether he was just miffed, because she hadn’t

woozed all over him the minute he turned on his flutter techn
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