Kit was looking terrific these days, Gemma thought, glossy and alive. Since her divorce some years ago, Kit had blossomed. ‘You look great, Kittycat,’ she said. Kit smiled to acknowledge the compliment, then looked more closely at her younger sister...
She was eating it on the timber deck under the umbrella when she heard Mike’s car pull up on the road at the front of the building. Very handy with technical know-how, Mike Moody worked fifteen to twenty hours a week for Gemma, and for other security businesses the rest of the time. She glanced a...
Before going out, he said, only half joking, ‘Don’t open the door to anyone while I’m gone, especially an old crone selling rosy apples, okay?’ Then he kissed her. ‘Be very careful, Gems.’ ‘I promise.’ Over breakfast, with Rafi crawling around the legs of the furniture in the living room, Gemma o...