‘Do I detect a certain change in your feelings for me, Megan my love?’She took refuge in confusion. ‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she said.‘As feminine as ever!’ he accused her.She sipped nervously at the pretty red liquid in her glass. ‘The thing is,’ she said with difficulty, ‘the Witch’s Cauldron wasn’t my scene.’‘You’re so right, my love! Between you and me, it wasn’t mine either. But, as you can see, the boys and I have progressed, even without your help, and here we are, singing nightly and playing for the dance after the barbecue at this respectable dump. Care to join us?’She took a swift look at him through her eyelashes. ‘No funny business?’‘Cross my heart and hope to die!’‘Then I would like to sing with you—just for tonight! I’ve missed it all so much! You’ve no idea what it’s been like!’‘Well, love, it was your choice. I didn’t tell you to go—’‘No, you didn’t,’ she admitted. ‘But you made it inevitable—in a way!’His smile flashed out.
